Behind the Internet

I. The world of BTI: The Principal Admin

The BTI building was cold and dark this time and... lonely. Sam was standing there searching for his friends, for a light, for anything. Suddenly, he heard noises all around him. Those gray people again. Instantly, he grabbed his Banbow in one hand and an arrow in the other. One gray guy appeared from the dark, then another, then another. He found himself surrendered by five of those creatures. He fixed his bow and his arrow, he stretched it and then he shot one of them. But that didn't stop the creature. Sam panicked a little and started to shot arrow after arrow but those gray people never felt anything. Why would they? They're already banned. Thought Sam. The creatures approached him and attacked him. They put him down and started to stab him yelling together with a dark melody in their voice. "You're not an admin anymore! You can't hurt us! You're not an admin anymore. BTI fell!"

And with those voices echoing in his head, he suddenly woke up in his bed all sweating and the grunting stopped after a few seconds with a long sigh. This dream again firstly thought Sam when he came up in his senses. I gotta check on them. He quickly raised from his bed and started his morning routine. He tied his long hair to the back, dressed in his long black coat and was about to leave when he suddenly stopped Of course, I almost forgot. He turned around and took his badge written on it "Chee Yu Sam, BTI Principal Admin" from the coffee table.

He took his countless ticket to leave the RealLife continent for the continent and country of Internet and to that huge city called Facebook. Most people go there for fun, but not in Sam's case. For him, it was just another day at his job, at his responsibilities. He wasn't doing it for money or for gratitude. Sometimes it was a bother, but most times he was pleased seeing all those people happy and laughing together from all over the RealLife's world.

He got up in his transportation chamber and pressed the "facebook" button and he had to wait for two minutes. Then he open up the door again and there he was. In the city of Facebook.

The transportation chamber delivered Sam exactly at his house. Every citizen of Facebook had one. His was very popular. He was a pretty well known guy there and his friend list was full. He entered his house and put on his watch. It began to beep annoyingly often. Most of notifications were from BTI, Sam noticed. He knew he had no time to lose, so it went straight to the garage for his flier, a very fast flying machine with good aerodynamics. He arrived at the BTI building in no time.

BTI building was bigger than the rest of the houses, situated in the outskirts of the city. It was a rectangular deep red colored building with a huge tower in the middle made of stone. Above the main entrance there was written with huge letters "BTI". In the right of the building there was another entrance meant for all the members. In the backyard there could be seen countless screens showing posts made by the members. He parked his flier and went straight to the main door, but when he was about to open it, he heard a "Buf!". Sam stopped. Then the door opened and two gray people appeared in front of him. Sam backed off a little shocked. Then he heard Hector's loudly voice. "Learn to speak fucking English you stupid Moroccans!" He yelled at them while the gray people started to run away from there. His strained body and his hairy, furious face relaxed when he saw Sam. "Oh, Sam! Sorry! Didn't see you there!" Hector smiled.

"Problems again, Hector?" Answered Sam with his typical Asian bored face. He could recognize Hector's Banhammer in his right hand. It was made from heavy stone, encrypted BAN on both parts of the head.

"These Moroccans kept talking in numbers, I'm starting to hate them. Come, Sam. I'm glad you finally arrived. We really missed you yesterday." Hector walked Sam inside.

The inside of the building wasn't so much of a deal. But this time it wasn't like in Sam's dream. It was a bright big hallway with wooden bloody red walls. On the walls were hanging medals and medieval weapons and shields. In the center there was some stairways which led to the tower. On the other end of the hallway there was another big door which led to the yard.

"What is up to you, Sam? You don't look so good." Hector tapped his friend on the shoulder.

"Nothing...I just had a bad dream, that's all. Don't worry." Sam put a hand on his forehead. "How things are going on here today?"

"I don't want to worry you, but not so good, Sam." They started climbing the stairway. "There are fewer and fewer members coming here and most of them just sit there lurking around. It was such a boring day. Those bastards I just kicked out were the only action I got."

"Mhm... Our copypaster isn't here?"

"You mean Jozi? He didn't show up yet. He is still spying on those guys from Reedit."

"Well, we should pm him.We might need Jozi today if you say there is very little activity out there in the yard."

"I tried that already, Sam. He doesn't answer."

They arrived at the middle of the tower, the first floor, where all the admins offices could be found. The offices were placed in circle, in equally lengths. There, they rushed into Bram, the youngest and the most impulsive of the admins. "Hey, Sam! What's up, man?" Said Bram shaking his hand.

"Hey, Bram! I'm good, thanks." Sam was cold and bored. "I need you to do something for me."

"What?" Asked Bram feeling Sam's worries.

"I need you to go to Reedit and get Jozi back from there. We need him."

"Why the fuck do we need him again?"

"As Hector informed me, there is very little activity in the yard. Say what you want about him but he can bring more members here."

"The place is dead today, Bram." Said Hector unnecessarily.

"Geez Hector, tell me something new!" Then he turned to Sam. "Don't get me wrong, I like the guy, Sam but why it has to be me?" Bram had impatience in his voice

Sam got close to Bram with a very serious face and whispered. "Because you like him, Bram." Hector gave away a little giggle. "Is Kalma here?"

"Yes..." He answered visibly intimidated... "we... just post an ass thread earlier this morning, but only five people came into the comment section, then the post died. I swear it, like never before!"

"Mhm..." murmured Sam taking his eyes from Bram to the floor. "Take Kalma with you, he might help." And with this, he passed Bram and went straight to his office. His office was first in line. But a hand on a shoulder stopped him when he was about to open the door.

"What happened to you, Sam? You seem different today."  Hector lowered his already loud voice.

"Sorry, Hector... Just an headache. Leave me some time alone." And with that being said he opened the door and gone he was.

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