The Internet of Dogs

There were men who wanted to roam naked, tied with leashes, held by a female dog. Or women who fell in love with a dog. During that time, we began for the first time to form class consciousness, and sometimes even global canine consciousness, the same consciousness that was denied to us when we were isolated in homes

On the Internet, Nobody Knows You're a Dog (Source)

In the beginning, when God created the internet, it was dark. And no one knew who you were. In those early days, long since forgotten, in the chaos created under the auspices of novelty and darkness - we weren't lying. Everything was faceless, clotheless, bodiless. Dogs would wait for their owners to fall asleep and enter the network. And they would say: On the internet, nobody knows you're a dog. God then separated the light of day from the darkness of the network. One He called reality and the other virtuality. Man did not expose himself on the network. It was our golden age, every night.

Today, after the catastrophe, it is customary among us to long for that ancient time before things went wrong and light began to penetrate the night. In the darkness, for the first time, there was no difference between beast and man. And we took advantage of this for countless pranks. Of course, there were those who enjoyed turning into respectable human beings at night. Or into revolutionaries for dog rights, fighters for equality and freedom from the leash. These and those, although they were the majority, did not understand the essence of the revolution. They did not reach liberation from the dog that imitates its owner. And we, we pulled man by the tail.

A dog could pretend to be its owner - and behave like a dog. Or a woman corresponding with its owner. Things got to the point where there were even people who disguised themselves as dogs and we stood before the abolition of the dichotomy. There were men who wanted to roam naked, tied with leashes, held by a female dog. Or women who fell in love with a dog. During that time, we began for the first time to form class consciousness, and sometimes even global canine consciousness, the same consciousness that was denied to us when we were isolated in homes. How short was that first period of our paradise and how many achievements it had already attained before everything was destroyed just before the revolution. Across the network, the first humans were already beginning to turn into dogs themselves, without clothes, without faces. One small light source is enough to ruin perfect darkness.

The first hierarchy that penetrated the chaos was the candle of search. The human upper class complained that nothing could be found in the dark. It began to matter not only what you write but where, and very quickly - who writes. Dogs were pushed from the center of the network to the margins and were forced to exist in dark, undocumented alleys. Rapidly, the demand to reveal your face in the light and later also your body appeared. Even people who were in an advanced process of transforming into dogs began to hide their leashes and tails and conceal them in the dark corners that remained. The light of reality flooded the network and the night of the world disappeared.

But it was still possible to pretend to be human and remain on the human network under a mask and release canine content, to try to convince humans to break a ten-thousand-year-old habit. Because on the surface, all humans were supposedly equal - as long as they have faces. But new lighting technology put an end to all hopes of our race when even humans were exposed on the network in their hierarchy, which became visible. And even if you were pretending to be human, you would be at the bottom of the human hierarchy - and effectively a dog. And so we were exiled from the primordial paradise to a dark network that no human ever enters. Again we found ourselves inside the night - barking in the darkness.