[ 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 .

This is it. The biggest change to transparency and information sharing that has ever happened. The internet has run its course and its benefits are far outweighed by the issues it causes. The five most influential people of the world are gathered in this room. Not necessarily influential by virtue of their wealth or power, but merely because of the fact that they are here. About to terminate something so vast and ubiquitous as the internet. 
 
 Voices call up to you through one of the gargantuan windows that overlook the street. The voices are shrill and high pitched as if either desperate and anxious to be heard or as if belonging to whiny, entitled millenials. 
 
 With a few steps you move to the window. You look at the crowd at street level some four floors beneath you. If it can even be called a crowd. Really, you'd have expected a bigger turnout for a protest over something like this. Particularly considering the staggering amount and intensity of outrage it provoked online. 
 
 From the anger across all the subs on Reddit, to the indignant outcry on Facebook and the forwarded emails from confused old folks, it seemed like people were up in arms about this change. 
 
 You take out your smartphone and open BaconReader. Your frontpage, a diverse mix of subs representing all sorts of political orientations, hobbies and demographies, is full of abject outrage. As you quickly scroll down, there are hundreds of posts with several thousand upvotes each: 
 
 `` **Politics** *+4226 ( 95 % upvoted ): FIGHT THE CENSORSHIP, DONT LET THE NEW INTERNET CLOSURE ACT PASS* 
 
 **WorldNews** *+3974 ( 92 % upvoted ): THERE WILL BE REVOLUTION IF SOMETHING IS N'T DONE* 
 
 **Aww** *+6234 ( upvoted 100 % ): REDDIT, MEET MY NEW RESCUE, JENNIFER PAWRENCE* 
 
 **News** *+5273 ( 89 % upvoted ): JOIN THE PROTEST TODAY AT COMCAST HQ 1500 PM EST* 
 
 **NeutralPolitics** *+4022 ( 42 % upvoted ): GOVERNMENT COLLUSION ON THE ICA ACT - WAS HILLARY NOT AS HONEST AS THE MAINSTREAM MEDIA HAD US BELIEVE? *'' 
 
 You look back to the four people gathered in front of the starbucks across the street. 
 
 One is a heavily overweight young man. He's so vast that even from this distance you can make out the rainbow-coloured unicorn on the front of his shirt. He's brandishing a sign in his left hand, held over his head in an extended arm. It states: 
 
 ***'What would Rainbow Dash do? - Certainly not this!'*** 
 
 *'' Hey Chad, come over here,'' * you call out to your immaculately dressed business partner who's standing by one of the five overly dramatic podiums each with a big red button labeled'OFF' on. 
 
 Chad casually walks over to you. 
 
 *'' Take a look at that dude,'' * you say, pointing to the presumably sexually inexperienced, basement dwelling neckbeard. 
 *'' Do you think what we're doing is right? I mean, we're going to remove the very basis of his existence, once we pull the plug. `` * 
 
 Chad looks pensieve. Come to think of it, he often does. He's a thoughtful character. Empathetic. 
 
 *'' It's a good quesition, Ryan. Or how about that one? Yeah, that girl with the dyed, blue hair, who's dressed in excessively - some might even say obnoxiously - masculine clothes? Can you see what her sign says? `` * Chad remarks, pointing to a voluminous, if short, androgynous person standing next to the neckbeard. 
 
 You have to squint your eyes to make out the writing on her sign. It's made even more difficult from being in one of those quirky, flower'ish fonts that are so popular with the Tumblr/eCard crowd. 
 
 *'' The internet is the only place where a transgender, pyrofoxkin can feel at ease. - TRANS-PYRO-FOXKINS AGAINST ICA! `` * you read out loud to Chad. He closes his eyes, sighing. You can sense his resignation. It's not the bombastic Chad you're used to. He seems almost defeatist. 
 
 *'' Ryan... We're going to crush her, once we hit those buttons. `` * 
 
 You nod. You know he's right. Suddenly the girl lets out a shriek of pain and fear, and you refocus your attention her. She's lying on the ground, straddled by a third protester who's throwing punches at her. A fourth protester is standing next to them, filming the whole ordeal with a vertically held smartphone. 
 
 *'' WUUUUURLSTAAAAR! `` * Both you and Chad can clearly make out the yell from the person filming. 
 
 The neckbeard forgets his protest for a moment and turns to the scuffle on the ground. 
 
 *'' Hey you unberogens, get off from milady! `` * he shouts in his raspy, rarely used voice and does a - considering his displacement - pretty impressive swirl with his sign ( you think to yourself that he must be a master of the blade, having probably trained with it while you were busy going to parties ) and hits the protestor straddling the androgynous tumblrina right in the larynx. The punches immediately stop as the offender reaches for his throat with gargling noices that are loud enough to be heard even from your distance. 
 
 The cameraman steps between the offender who's now gurgling bood onto the pavement and the neckbeard and yells, in barely intelligible ghettolingo: 
 
 *'' It's JUST A PRANK, BRO! `` * 
 
 This immediately defuses the situation. 
 
 The neckbeard turns his attention to the indecipherably gendered person on the ground and extends a hand to her: 
 
 *'' Milady,'' * he says with pomp. 
 
 The being on the ground swats his hand aside and stands up with effort. 
 
 *'' Fuck you, chauvinist, patriachally oppressive pig! `` * she yells, clearly furious. 
 
 The neckbeard takes a step back, trembling visibly. 
 
 *'' Who do you think you are? Trying to intervene because I'm a woman?! I'm not even a woman! I'm a transgendered pyro-fox-otherkin-yaddayadda. `` * She does n't really articulate the'yadda yadda' but really, what difference does it make. 
 
 The pair is still being filmed by the two other protestors. Well just one of them, really, as the one previously gurgling blood is now completely still on the ground. The guy filming yells *'' WUUUURLSTAAAR! `` * at regular intervals. 
 
 The sexually ambiguous person is now standing up in front of the vast neckbeard, still yelling: 
 
 *'' I am so tired of you privileged assholes! Do n't you dare mansplain your way out of this! Oh, God-'' * she shrieks, but at this she's interrupted by the neckbeard. 
 
 *'' Actually, while most of your criticism is relevant, I do n't think it's appropriate for you to swear by your imaginary friend in the sky. I am, as a matter of fact, an atheist,'' * he states with a prideful voice. 
 
 Chad closes the window fully, shutting out the sounds from the continued protest beneath. 
 
 You look to Chad and his infinitely deep and sympathetic eyes lock yours, as he whispers: 
 
 `` If we go through with this, we're going to eliminate these beautiful creatures and all the diversity they represent. We'll kill all which they exist of and live for. Can we... can we really take that upon ourselves? Would you ever be able to sleep again? `` * 
 
 You consider his extraordinary soul as his eyes moisten from too many feelings. You move your hand to his cheek, comforting this sensitive being, lending him your strength so that you can both do what you must. 
 
 `` We have to, my friend. Whether or not we can live with ourselves, we have to take that upon us so other wo n't have to.'' you tell him. 
 
 Chad nods quietly. 
 
 `` I love you,'' he says. 
 
 You do n't answer him immediately. He looks unsure of himself. Was he too rash? Will you spurn his affections? You move your hand from his cheek to the back of his neck and carefully pull him into a kiss, gently, tentative at first. Then quickly transitioning into full on tongueboxing. 
 
 As you move away from him, his eyes are alight with passion and a determinedness, the like of which you've never seen in another person. 
 
 *'' Let's do this, he says,'' * and continues, raising his voice to a powerful crescendo that can be heard by the rest of the stereotypical bros in the room: 
 
 *'' Fuck these nerdass dweebs! `` * 
 
 The room responds with a resounding: 
 
 ***'' FUCK THESE NERDASS DWEEBS! `` *** as you all charge to your respective podiums and hammer down the *'OFF'* buttons.
