Reshmi - flowering, sixteen - sells code from her loom. "Programs Woven Here," reversing Jacquard since age thirteen. Geeks buzz around her.
Madhukar offers his tattered web browser.
"It needs patched."
"More a whole garment, think I. But no worries. It will be perfect."
"Would you dance with me at festival tomorrow?"
He is her first.
But she doesn't. Her stall empty, ransacked. Madhukar receives email with one large attachment: rewoven, as promised.
Madhukar clicks ever deeper into the deepest web. Madhukar can go anywhere. It's perfect - and he realizes who Reshmi angered.
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Last updated March 15, 2008.