I thought of my brother. When we had one computer, we fought over it. With two, distant. Only natural, since age partitioned our social circles. Even so, what can people have in common when one keeps starting over and the other levels up?

I never realized two could set up next to one another. A fellow hacker online, and in the real. Ahead and above, miles of cabling. Networks for projects launched in the ocean of bits.

Oh, right--so, semiotics. I could not find the artist, so I took a screenshot of the page.