Picture a hi-tech laboratory, Silicon Valley, late Saturday night.
Two innocents keeping their heads down, she developing an algorithm to die for, he soldering together some artificial intelligence. Despite earlier world-changing successes, they are both introverted, privacy-driven, shunning the glare of publicity.
At midnight he stands, stretches, offers her coffee. They sit together, sipping, chatting. Soon their clothes lie strewn across the floor as they partake of the forbidden fruit.
On the cluttered benches around them – machinery humming, micro cameras filming, spyware spying.
Within minutes Facebook will wreak its havoc while back to the thicket slinks the guilty serpent.
Written in response to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ weekly 100 word challenge. Find it here.