Café of Contention
“Class, I thought today we'd take a break from the tragedy of Romeo and Juliet to discuss the real-life tragedy that happened last night here in Lawndale. Let's share our feelings of violation following the loss of our beloved cybercafé, alt.lawndale.com. Who would like to start?” Timothy O’Neill said. He pointed to one of his students. “Charles? Charles? Did you hear me?”
“You mean, Kevin?” Kevin said.
O’Neill checked his seating charts. “Kevin, heh. I'm sorry. You uh, look like somebody else. What do you have to say about last night's horrible event?”
“I was home all night. You can ask my parents. Besides, I already have a computer.”
“No, Kevin. I mean, how did the theft make you feel?” the teacher asked.
“Um? Sad?” Kevin answered.
“Are you asking me or telling me?”
“Angry?”
O’Neill decided to ask a different student. “Jodie, how about you?”
“I think the cybercafé served one very particular segment of the community, but it still pisses me off when people take what isn't theirs,” Jodie Landon answered.
“That’s how I feel!”
“Thank you, Kevin. Jodie, about that word, "community." Isn't that the whole idea of a cybercafé? To jack us into the global community? I think what's most disturbing about this crime is the symbolism involved. Don't you agree, Jane?”
“No,” Jane Lane said.
“Suddenly, we're cut off. We can't hail our friends across the globe and say, "It's a beautiful day in the cyberhood." They didn't just take a few computers. They took the symbol of our virtual community. To visit alt.lawndale.com was to come together with the planet!”
“O come on!” Daria Morgendorffer objected.
“Yes?” the teacher asked.
“Come together with the planet? By staring at a screen for hours? Sitting in a room full of people you never say a word to?”
“Hmm,” O’Neill said, thinking on what she had said. “Interesting point, Dorian.”
“It’s Daria.”
“Uh, Damn Spiders,” the teacher murmured. “Daria, you believe that while connecting Lawndale citizens to our global neighbors, the café was alienating from each other?”
“I’m saying that if you really miss the place, put a Mr. Coffee in the computer lab.”
“So, in your opinion, what we really need is a return to the traditional coffee house of yore, where you'd watch some performers and share a cup with your friends, face to face.”
‘That wasn’t what she was saying at all!’ Brittany Taylor thought.
“Right here and now, let's pledge to make Daria's dream a reality,” O’Niell said.
“Would that qualify as an extracurricular activity?” Daria asked.
“Of course.”
“Then I'd like to register as a conscientious objector.”
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