Chapter 1: The Mission to Dream by Elizabeth A. Lennox

once there was a girl named deva and she was the heir to the throne of the Black-Regan empire in eastern Evesham. she was not a girly-girl and liked adventure; she frequently took scenic walks on The Wild Side. one day, when she had reached the age of maturity , she had a vision. the great god of Relaxation appeared before her and spoke: "Deva of the Great Black-Regans, I will appear to you in order to present you with a mission that will change your destiny." He yawned.
during this pause, deva's mind raced. she was never one to decline an opportunity to create a story of her own. Relaxation continued:
"Something very serious has offended be and i can't eat, i can't drink, and i cannot sleep. until i can do so, you and your minions and family will face the same fate that i've experienced."
deva felt a deep pity for Relaxation in this moment, for she understood that a good sleep was more precious than gold. and a good drink was worth the loss of a good sleep.
"Your Laziness," she spoke, "how may i mend the unfortunate situation that is beset upon you? it pains me to see you so active against your will, for i, too, share your love of afternoon naps and big comfy couches."
he could tell that she was sincere in her plea, so he began his tale...

"I have lived for ages, since the first Man was created and He spent his days sitting under lush fig trees to avoid the summer sun. Since then, it has been harder and harder for my presence to be felt in the mortal world. Man has fallen in love with me, but held so tightly that i've fallen out of his grasp. the harder he tries to make life easier, the more complex it becomes. you work and work and work to make money to buy things that others of your kind had to work. this cycle is only getting worse--soon i will be obsolete. for a moment, imagine life a century from now. Do you think of people tanning at the beach or taking a hike to pick wild flowers? No. You think of faster cars (to get you to work quicker), space travel (perhaps to take advantage of untapped natural resources), and ______ (word splotched out b/c of watermark) of weaponry (to kill your own kind). Where is the time to both figuratively and literally, stop and smell the roses?"
this was not a foreign thought to deva. she frequently felt regret when she had to interrupt her daily daydreaming to address her royal responsibilities.
"Deva, you have been chosen to put an end to the plague of unnecessary responsibility. you must go into The City and rekindle the lazy sunday by destroying my arch-nemesis---The Internet."
Deva gasped. although she was delighted by the thought of a NeoRelaxation movement, The Internet was an important part of her time wasting regiment.
What a paradox she has to face.