The Zone

My fingers flew without effort over the keyboard. Websites, then programs, even the operating system itself could barely keep up with me. I had been at the laptop for hours without a break, and in my mind's eye, watching myself from the distance that happens when your frontal lobe gets a mild sunburn from sitting at the monitor, I had entered an altered, higher state of human-computer consciousness. My mind was absorbing stimuli at low and high levels, processing them, and returning them through my fingers so quickly and so without discernable effort that I felt like I had gotten inside the OODA (Observe, Orient, Decide, Act) loop not only of the various sites and programs I was working with, but of MS Windows (T) itself. It wasn't as if I were a human working the computer, or even a peripheral that was tuned to the same wavelength as the computer; I was ahead of the computer at a system level. I had gotten inside the Matrix.

That, or all the crap my son has been downloading has slowed the computer down again. I haven't decided which it is yet.