There is no Virtual.

The Internet is no longer confined to boxes, cables and massive fiber optic pipelines tangling networks all over the globe... those days have ended. Here, on the fringe of the information age, we find that there is an increasing reliance on the connections made via the Internet. cell phones no longer simply send and receive phone calls and text messages; they can connect to the Internet; they began solely as a tool of communication, now they have become so much more. Increasingly, people are starting to use the Internet to store documents, photos, journal entries, thoughts, comments, notes. People are buying, selling, creating, destroying, editing, expressing and connecting with this vast network. On the fringe of this new era, it only makes sense that objects should become a part of the Internet too. "Blogjects" and humans feed real information into the virtual; it makes a real difference in the world to see reality made virtual--or perhaps the other way around.
People walk down the streets with ear bud necklaces laced around their necks, laptops at their hips, and the Internet hovering around them like the ozone from the exhaust pipes of perpetual network traffic. We are slowly, but inevitably converging with our virtual selves--the distinction between the real and virtual is already hazy: 'meeting' people does not have to occur face-to-face; instead we can meet others face-to-facebook, fingers tapping our keyboards well into the night with the person we fought alongside in a critical assault on a vicious monster on some forgotten server. The television, once poison to the minds of young people, blamed for baking couch potatoes, now begs for people to walk to the study: there's is so much more they haven't shown you... and its all online.
Online becomes a misnomer, people shed the wires and bathe in the wireless, untangled from the mangled architecture of web 1.0. We suffer when an access point fails; we lose the connection we have with ourselves, knowing somewhere deep down that in freeing ourselves from the cables we have bound ourselves with the Internet. Somehow, no one suffocates as they inhale the thick electrical fumes of the blogosphere. No one feels silenced by the entropic chaos that keeps the mouth shut and the keyboard open. We've learned to LOL silently in public spaces and filter gigabytes of listed information at a glance. We are really virtually evolving.
Every day, things that don't actually happen make the news, sprayed across the windshield of our monitors as we race toward a seemingly beautiful and unknown future. Large companies that have nothing hold so much about our lives and help up live with others and the nothing that fills the Internet. Laws pass; people go to court about replicas of nothing that have proliferated wildly over the Internet. Nothing matters. Nothing makes all the difference. Nothing has certainly become something. Data is no longer bound to the hard drives, the RAM, the floppies and CDs, the Flash ROM. It has begun to manifest itself in a physical way, unshackled by our ever increasing reliance on it.
What happened to the unreal? There virtually is none.