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Kevin couldn't remember when he'd outsourced most of his thinking to private companies who served it back to him through the internet. He couldn't remember, because he couldn't access his My.MemRy account. Maybe the datacentres that served MemRy to users like Kevin were having technical difficulties. It was also possible he'd got behind on his internet bill, but he couldn't check because he couldn't access the BudGIT server either.

The last thing he vaguely remembered was paying his ThoughtBill, and worrying about how high it was. All that thinking about copyright images of sweaty, scantily clad men had added up. He had tried to keep his mind on things that weren't copyright. But the more he tried not to hear the pop song, or re-imagine bits of movies, or recall photos, the more he thought about them, and the more it cost it him in licensing and legal fees.

Kevin wasn't sure what to do. Partly because his phone and every other quick way of communicating with anyone who might be able to help needed the internet to work. But, more importantly, because he'd decided some time ago that his strategic thinking wasn't as good as the machine learning algorithms at EnhancePerform, and now he couldnt reach their servers either.

Kevin felt a grumbly feeling in his gut. He had checked three times today, and the SmartFridge still hadn't ordered any more food. The feeling wasn't doing anything to improve his mood. The idea of going for a walk occurred to him, that usually cheered him up. But the pedometer on his Pebble wasn't getting any internet signal either, and his PersonTrainer would be grumpy if he exercised without capturing at least the basic biometric data. Besides, without access to a map server, how would he find his way home afterwards?

Kevin's mind wandered for a while, but it kept circling back to the same place. Without an internet connection, there was nothing he could do. He was still slumped on his couch, staring with glazed eyes at the blank screen of his DataWall, when the paramedics arrived. His confused expression told them everything they needed to know. "Another internet eviction" they said with a shrug, as they bagged up his stiffened body for disposal.

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Legend held that the digital republics started off as businesses. That people had chosen to become netizens of this or that republic. That in the early days you could hold a passport for as many republics as you liked, or wander freely online with no passport at all. It all seemed like some kind of pirate utopia, and nobody really believed it.

It could be worse though. The same old stories say that there used to be territorial republics that put up border fences around pieces of the world. People would have an account made with the republic whose claimed territory they were in when they were born, or the republic their parents had an account with. Sometimes they were allowed to have an account with more than one republic at a time, but it involved paying off the right people and submitting a lot of forms, and some republics just didn't allow it.

That part of the story is just as hard to believe, when for as long as anyone can remember, people have arrived in a new place and set up an account with the local public services network. The idea of having to choose one public service network for life, or them being able to decide who can and can't travel in the area their services cover, just seems weird. Who would put up with a system like that?


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