Hash Emm is the protagonist of a series of 140 character long stories on Twitter. A hallucinating spy on the run (read:jump), Hash Emm’s mission is to invade Twitter from the inside and control the world from there.
http://twitter.com/mayurkarnik

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Descending is the New Organic Order (Note: just a little anti-Utopia and definitely not Dystopia). Watch this space for further unfolds.

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THE DOG LOOKS UP at #M and smiles. He smiles back. ‘OMG what was that? I have never seen a dog smile’ he gasps later! ‘Me too’ comes a voice.

#M escapes Facebook Alcatraz in the silence of a busy evening. The streets outside were full of faceless people holding no poking signs.

Dodging email-bullets shot by Jailor Zuckerberg, #M trips on a WiFi trap. The guilt of leaving his friends suddenly engulfs his heart. Shot.

“So what do you think is the real issue with this place?” asks #M. “What?” she vollies back. “It fools one into not asking such a question”.

“Why would you ask a question when answers are all around?” she asks. “These answers are but orphans, pregnant with unborn parents” says #M.

Shot. #M shakes off the memory cloud enveloping him and darts towards the tram. A street dog looks up at him and smiles. He slaps himself.

‘Home Sweet Home’ says a poster at the inquiry desk of the Consulate of Utopia. “I want to go home” says #M. “Shh. It’s gone” she whispers.

#M looks at his watch and the setting sun. “One of these needs to be adjusted” reads the Ray-Ban OSD. Man shapes tools that shape him later.

Jump. 4K miles W. 5 more hrs for dusk. #M gets down from LDN I. Throws the Utopian passport into the Thames. Walks towards the Red Queen.

“Keep running to stay in the same place” she proclaims. “I am a Hyperlink, your Highness! I don’t need to” says #M. “Underline thyself then”.

“But I don’t have a destination, your Highness. I don’t return anything!” says #M. “Keep clicking to stay in the same place then” she says.

#M realizes they are not on the same page. He’s on Error 404 and the Red Queen on perpetual F5. “I am not lost, I am just free.” he thinks.

“Are you #M?” asks HalfQ from behind. Yes? No, I meant – are you? Yes, I think I am free and don’t you read me!  http://tinyurl.com/l7ehu5