The book grows warm in your hands.
Apparently issuing from the book itself,
a female voice speaks these words:

I lay under the electric blanket,
reading email from a friend who was lying topless
on a sheltered beach in Mexico
observing visible erections on neighboring blankets
while she drank warm beer.

I got out of bed.
In the kitchen, I pried open the hollow V.32bis Zoom modem.
It was the third one from the top
in the lefthand old external modem column.
(two columns of approximately 10 modems each
were used to support a small shelf
on which we kept instant coffee, powdered creamer
and Frosted Flakes acquired from the PX
by a retired sergeant who was an expert in superceded spread sheets)

No sense lying around in a dark little room in Germany
waiting for a man who wouldn't even show up
in a recognizable female alias on the webmoo
when I knew the URL for the Michelun Guide to the South of France,
and where the Eurail passes
and the money that resulted from a recent intrusion
into a Frankfurt based insurance company database
were kept.

l0ve0ne is the first selection in the Eastgate Web Workshop -- a new hypertext space for accomplished hypertext writers who wish to work directly on the web. 

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