Indians can't see Columbus's ship

‘What about cloud computing?’

‘Any grouping, computing, networking can resemble cloud. Collectively.’

‘Who are you? You again?’

He did not answer, but began to cite, ‘Upon this moment, the red or white? Life or reminiscence, shalt flee thee to eternity. What’s in your lifetime seems total, the whole, is now a piece...’

I sort of heard that the last word was ‘behold’, and then the voice and image gone.

What was that, the latest episode of the strange events thread? I clicked at the site link, but there was ‘error 404’. Who could evade a link, hyperlink that works forever in the Web, probably except the little 404. Then I recall, from 4 plus 4, once 8 was my lucky number, a number for ambiguity, discrepancy, variance.

Was I mistaken... that's why I bumped into all these queer occurrences?

Somewhere a 404 message was created and sent to me.

Yes, I met strange things. Do I believe it? Do I want to believe it?

Then I remember someone’s words: ”even if aliens have come, we couldn’t have possibly recognized them”. You don’t know what you are looking at if you haven’t ever thought of it and have the faintest idea. Columbus’s ship. Native Indians. Take the book on my table as an example. If somehow a book is not in this form, how can I recognize this is a book. The vacant space in a drizzle resembles a flower, carved by air. How can I grasp it? It breaks before tangible. The best masterpiece drawn in water by someone, soon disappears, leaving only watermark. It exists for just one second. May be two. What’s the use of thinking this...

A page came into my laptop. Firewall was nothing. I read the already open text. After reading it, I pondered for a while before knowing it's special. It’s not only special, it’s what I thought for my fiction. Fictitious. Now it’s on screen.

In Chinese language.

I stood up, stepped aback.