[ WP ] The Internet is about to be shut down and you are one of the 5 required persons who is needed to do so . You hear protests coming from the street and start to wondering if this is the right thing to do .

So the Internet was going to be shut down? 
 
 No way, I thought, this was a line even I would not cross. 
 
 Despite 5 people being on a panel with me who were needed to carry out this task, it was only me and Kate who refused to do so, so it was 3 people for, 2 against. 
 
 `` Why are you refusing to shut down the Internet?'' asked one of the required individuals, a 70-something man with a thick, rather London-sounding accent, which sounded to my ears as if he was from Kensington, all posh, and gentlemanly. `` We have to do this. No choice really.'' 
 
 `` Me and Kate will not do this, it's an essential thing in our lives, banking, shopping, researching your holiday, whatever, and we're not going to do this, so that's it.'' I said. 
 
 `` You are and you will'', said the older man. 
 
 `` Nah, we're not going to do it, and you three should try living in some remote state with no wi-fi, no Internet, and no shops, like, I guess... mountains in Bhutan, then you'll see how foolish the idea is'', I said, my Wigan accent becoming more prominent. 
 
 `` I see your point. Why the f ** k was I brainwashed by this bloody Government? Guess I took doing it for the money way too far. I got a good wage, but a hateful job. Should n't have accepted that promotion.'' Dave said. 
 
 Dave Saunders was a 38-year-old, with sandy-brown hair, and a suit that looked like it could have come from M & S - charcoal grey, and pseudo-Italianesque in look. He looked like a grown-up Kevin the Teenager but without the ginger hair and attitude. 
 
 `` I wo n't do it either, if you and Kate wo n't'', Dave said, sounding rather excited. `` Bastard government, go to hell.'' 
 
 It was now, anti-Internet shutdown 3, Internet shutdown 2. 
 
 One of the five required to shut down the Internet [ for however long, we do n't know ], was taken away by paramedics after suffering a heart attack, in what could only be described as a stroke of luck. 
 
 `` I'm telling you, we're gon na shut down the'net one way or'nother,'', said the 70-year-old man `` and we'll do that after lunch.'' 
 
 Lunchtime - that was me, Kate and Dave's opportunity to stop this. We decided if there was ever going to be shutting down the Internet, it would n't be for the masses, we'd only get the building's Internet shut off for the people in power, hoisting them with their own petard, as Shakespeare once said. After all, politicians have often been hoist by the petard. 
 
 If we managed to do this successfully [ and there was a chance we could ] the protests would probably be quelled faster than giving a swarm of buzzing bees some sugar to quell their hunger. 
 
 How we would do it, I do n't know. But our first plan, get the machine responsible for shutting down the Internet decommissioned, or at best, displayed as a museum piece [ and rendered permanently inoperative by doing so ] for posterity. 
 
 We had a plan but it would take the planning of The Kensington Firm to do so. * 
 
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