The Bard’s Rewrite
A Web Spun Beneath the Roaring Deep
Hark! Attend ye, all who dwell within this age of glass and whispering wires, where messages fly swifter than Mercury’s wingéd feet. In sooth, a mighty force doth weave its net beneath the briny deep, a lattice vast as Prospero’s art, binding the distant shores in unseen threads. The house of Meta, a colossus bestriding the digital world, now labors to cast its dominion ‘neath the ocean’s rolling tides.
Like some bold mariner, reckless of Poseidon’s wrath, this empire of the ether doth embark upon a task of momentous scope: a corded chain of speech and sight, spanning fifty thousand leagues, to gird the earth in silent song. With coffers deep as Pluto’s realm, they pledge a kingdom’s ransom—ten billion gold—to forge this gleaming path ‘neath Neptune’s watchful eye.
A Digital Realm Unfettered
Yet mark ye well, for no common venture is this, nor idle dalliance with the foam. This scheme, this grand design, doth seek to free the mighty Meta from those who hold the power of passage in their grasp. No more shall their missives bend to foreign whims, nor their dominion bow to those who guard the gates of connectivity. Like Julius Caesar, who once strode the Rubicon, so now Meta doth seize its fate in bold defiance, carving its own course through the ocean’s dark embrace.
What then shall come of this endeavor? Shall it be a boon to those who dwell within this vast and teeming web, granting swifter speech, unbroken sight, a world wherein no lag nor silence may intrude? Or doth this herald a further tightening of the bonds that tether men to Meta’s mighty yoke? For who doth hold the strings, doth hold the world in thrall, and he who commandeth the tide, commandeth all who sail upon it.
To Rule the Waves or Be Undone?
O brave new world, that hath such wonders in its grasp! Yet prudence bids us pause, lest we, like Icarus, fly too near the sun and find our waxen wings unfit to bear the weight of such ambition. The tides obey no master, and oft those who seek to tame them find themselves engulfed. Will this grand endeavor prove a beacon bright, leading us to shores of swifter speech and freer thought? Or shall it, like Macbeth’s own vaulting ambition, o’erleap itself and fall upon the other?
The answer lies beyond the veil of time, yet this much is sure: the house of Meta doth wager mightily, and all the world must watch as they weave their unseen web beneath the waves.
