More than any other man-made thing, the Web is a world unto itself, created in the image of Man.  It's a place where thieves steal under shadow of night, where pornography loses its brown paper wrapping and is sold like candy to children, where greed finds a quicker buck to chase, another sap to fleece.

Think of this place as a whole new world created in the image of a single man.

In its beginnings, it passes unnoticed -- a weightless, shapeless black mass in the void of cyberspace.  It is still perfect and unscathed. Eventually, an unseen hand will slowly trace out a skeletal image, a neon outline in green and purple.  Form will come to the world... and as the man strives to makes it his place, it will take on the form he chooses.

What you see before you is that world, for I am that man.

I will call it...

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