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Danny’s phone buzzed against his thigh. Another message.
Whr RU?! ...C
He called her back.
“Where are you?” she said, straight away. “I’ve been here for ages and I’m like, where is he?”
“This website... what is it? What are you doing there?”
“It’s cool,” said Cassie. “It’s got loads of chatrooms – what it calls talk boards. Have you ever used a chatroom?”
No. But before he could answer, she had moved on.
“So you can hang out with all kinds of people. But the cool thing is that even when you’re alone there, the talk boards have what they call spirit hosts. They’re like those smart characters built into games, programmed to give what seem like wise answers to anything you ask. They’re a gas.”
“But why?”
“It’s fun. That’s why. And sometimes you can find out things about yourself, if you’re up for it. It’s the questions you ask that matter, not the answers. I know you’re not into all this stuff – I’ve seen your looks! Just humour me, okay? It’s somewhere we can get together and have a chat. And I mean chat , Danny Schmidt. It’s no good giving me your mysterious silences when we’re online. Do that in a chatroom and you might as well not be there. You have to put something in.”
“Okay,” he said. He would humour her. She was trying to find ways to open him up, he realised. He still didn’t understand why she would want to try. “I’m there now,” he said. “On the Frequently Asked Questions. What do I do?”
“Back to the home page, then ‘Talk Boards’. I’m in number seven. Look out for the duckling.”
And she hung up.
He did as she said.
On the home page he paused. There was a big link in the centre which urged him to pick today’s card. He clicked and an image of a kind of playing card appeared on the screen. It was a picture card, showing a great wheel and what was presumably the Roman numeral, X. “X. Wheel of Fortune,” the text below the card read. “Make a wish and maybe you will be lucky.”
More superstitious nonsense. He clicked Back, and then followed the link to the talk boards.
It took him to a page where he was invited to sign in again, create a new log-in or enter as a guest. He chose the last option and was given the name Guest03. He chose “Talk Board #7” from the list, and waited while the chat software kicked in.
It took him a few seconds to orientate himself. The main frame showed a list of the exchanges taking place in the room. According to the times listed, the last comment had been made three minutes ago: Dahlia telling Moondog that fools may well rush in but that means they get there first. Danny guessed that Dahlia must be one of the spirit hosts, and this one of its pre-programmed nuggets of wisdom.
At the foot of the screen, there was an input form where Danny could type in his own contributions to the chatroom. And on the right there was a list of the room’s occupants: Dahlia, Moondog, Duckling and Guest03. On the main screen it said:
Guest03 enters at 18.36BST
Dahlia says: Welcome, Guest03.
He typed a response, clicked Send and watched it appear on the screen.
Guest03 says: hello
Then he added:
Guest03 says: hi, ducklng
A pause, then a response.
Duckling says: RU from this side or th Other?
He realised his mistake. As he’d entered the chatroom as a guest she didn’t know who he was. Assuming, of course, that “Duckling” was Cassie.
Then she followed up:
[Duckling says to Guest03: its U DS isnt it? ...C]
He looked more closely at the screen and saw that there was the option to reply to Duckling only, so no-one else would see his response. He chose this and sent:
[Guest03 says to Duckling: it’s me. DS]
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Danny’s phone buzzed against his thigh. Another message.
Whr RU?! ...C
He called her back.
“Where are you?” she said, straight away. “I’ve been here for ages and I’m like, where is he?”
“This website... what is it? What are you doing there?”
“It’s cool,” said Cassie. “It’s got loads of chatrooms – what it calls talk boards. Have you ever used a chatroom?”
No. But before he could answer, she had moved on.
“So you can hang out with all kinds of people. But the cool thing is that even when you’re alone there, the talk boards have what they call spirit hosts. They’re like those smart characters built into games, programmed to give what seem like wise answers to anything you ask. They’re a gas.”
“But why?”
“It’s fun. That’s why. And sometimes you can find out things about yourself, if you’re up for it. It’s the questions you ask that matter, not the answers. I know you’re not into all this stuff – I’ve seen your looks! Just humour me, okay? It’s somewhere we can get together and have a chat. And I mean chat , Danny Schmidt. It’s no good giving me your mysterious silences when we’re online. Do that in a chatroom and you might as well not be there. You have to put something in.”
“Okay,” he said. He would humour her. She was trying to find ways to open him up, he realised. He still didn’t understand why she would want to try. “I’m there now,” he said. “On the Frequently Asked Questions. What do I do?”
“Back to the home page, then ‘Talk Boards’. I’m in number seven. Look out for the duckling.”
And she hung up.
He did as she said.
On the home page he paused. There was a big link in the centre which urged him to pick today’s card. He clicked and an image of a kind of playing card appeared on the screen. It was a picture card, showing a great wheel and what was presumably the Roman numeral, X. “X. Wheel of Fortune,” the text below the card read. “Make a wish and maybe you will be lucky.”
More superstitious nonsense. He clicked Back, and then followed the link to the talk boards.
It took him to a page where he was invited to sign in again, create a new log-in or enter as a guest. He chose the last option and was given the name Guest03. He chose “Talk Board #7” from the list, and waited while the chat software kicked in.
It took him a few seconds to orientate himself. The main frame showed a list of the exchanges taking place in the room. According to the times listed, the last comment had been made three minutes ago: Dahlia telling Moondog that fools may well rush in but that means they get there first. Danny guessed that Dahlia must be one of the spirit hosts, and this one of its pre-programmed nuggets of wisdom.
At the foot of the screen, there was an input form where Danny could type in his own contributions to the chatroom. And on the right there was a list of the room’s occupants: Dahlia, Moondog, Duckling and Guest03. On the main screen it said:
Guest03 enters at 18.36BST
Dahlia says: Welcome, Guest03.
He typed a response, clicked Send and watched it appear on the screen.
Guest03 says: hello
Then he added:
Guest03 says: hi, ducklng
A pause, then a response.
Duckling says: RU from this side or th Other?
He realised his mistake. As he’d entered the chatroom as a guest she didn’t know who he was. Assuming, of course, that “Duckling” was Cassie.
Then she followed up:
[Duckling says to Guest03: its U DS isnt it? ...C]
He looked more closely at the screen and saw that there was the option to reply to Duckling only, so no-one else would see his response. He chose this and sent:
[Guest03 says to Duckling: it’s me. DS]
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