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Page 5 of 6 The next Sparker festivals were held under a firewall of secrecy, with knowledge of the time and location only being distributed from peer to peer. That's how I found out. The first two years I was too afraid of the political tensions surrounding the events to attend. On my 18^th birthday however, I decided to install a bravery patch on my executable file and go, no matter what the consequences. The sights, sounds, and above all the people and communities that I saw at the very first Burning LAN will forever be saved in My Memories folder.
As time passed I became more involved. I told my friends about the Sparkers, and how technology wasn't to blame for pollution, crime and Albanianism. I tried to show them that the Old Way wasn't the New Way. Some listened, some laughed. Some just left. One year I even took part in a liberation. Sparker agents had located a stash of peripherals that we really needed. Keyboards, mice, 802.11x broadcasting and receiving equipment. Essentials for the cause. We raided the store in the dead of night, silently thanking the owner, one Richard Smith Esq, for his unwilling generosity,
That was the same year that Jeremy decided to come. It was a particularly special year, even though it was an even year and the Launchpad would be somewhere around the moon during the festival. We were ready to unveil all our work on keeping the planet safe from the man-made comet. Every two years it was our control signals that steered the Launchpad just enough away from the planet to prevent it from resuming its fatal course. Every two years when the Devos were claiming that it was just another reminder of why technology was evil.
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