"If you want to dip your toe in the water of online gaming rather than take the plunge right away, you could pay a visit to the Shoot'n'Surf Cafe in London, or a local equivalent. For 3.5 to 5 pounds an hour, you can experience multi-player gaming and get the benefit of expert tuition."
"Tucson used to be a safe place. Sure, people would get shot and killed. But it wasn't like the violence was out of control, like those really crazy cities of the Wild West like Los Angeles or Dallas. But then one day a man with a rocket launcher showed up in town, started mowing people down, and things just haven't been the same since."
"These days from all around me, I hear of 'windows' and a 'mouse', of brand names, some are 'Apple', wish I knew what it's about. I hear they've some connection, with strange things they call computers, which will give you all the answers, but to me they're just confusers. I've seen folk press some buttons, words appear and sometimes numbers, they seem to spring from nowhere — it surely makes me wonder. Sometimes I've asked a question, they just turn to this machine, press a button here, a button there, they find the answer there, it seems. It's really quite amazing, they don't even have to think, they tell me what I want to know, I don't have time to even blink. One day I'll look right through the window, perhaps I'll see before my eyes, this mouse they always talk about, for he must be very wise." —Hilda B. York, of Millers Point, fascinated by what she reads in Icon, was moved to write this poem, 1998