The events of last week's festivities had shook me harder than an earthquake. The next morning I woke up and Mark was gone. He wasn't even answering his phone. Finally I had come up with a solution. As I applied the new Instagram face filters, I felt my soul drain from my body. How could someone even fathom creating something so... So... Cancerous? As I hit the send button, I realized my mistake. Why would he be on Instagram. He would more likely be with his first child, Facebook.
As I gazed longingly at my Facebook stream, longing, hoping that he would reply. As I waited I heard a knock at the door. As I rushed to the door I imagined what he would say. "New face filters on Instagram today. This one's my favorite. Nice work team." But when I opened the door, it wasn't who I expected. Steve Jobs stepped into my apartment.
"Where is he."
I looked horrified at him.
"Who?"
"The Z U C C."
"What do you want with him?"
"His information. The information he's gathered all these years on Facebook and Instagram."
I looked dumbfounded.
"Why?"
"To exploit the power of becoming a living meme."
I fell to the floor.
How? Only Mark could weld such power into his being and not know it. Steve wouldn't even be able to extract half his own meme potential. Did he know this?
I needed to find Mark.
