In Penong, on the Nullarbor, the Ampol station is the only public room for a hundred kilometres in any direction that pretends to offer the internet. I sat there for an hour yesterday trying to join the Telstra public network…. Continue Reading →
It was the least expected consequence of hyper-connectivity. I need you to do something for me. No one could have predicted any of it. There had always been the rumours. They had always walked amongst us. Down the millennia, spilling… Continue Reading →
By John Stapleton The signs were flashing. Like a sea anemone, they spread their tentacles far and wide. And withdrew in an instant. The first sign of danger. For there was always danger He had moved up an echelon. There were… Continue Reading →
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