Steve was a lonely man who lived alone out in the woods, among the evergreens. He didn't like to be alone though. It wasn't really his choice; he just didn't really like people. Steve liked to exchange ideas however. That's when he discovered what was called message boards. Steve had tried chat rooms earlier, but didn't like what was going on there. However, since he was part of the earwax collection club, he noticed they had a message board. Steve read it a few times. Then he started reading it every other day. Then it was every day and eventually every hour. Who knew people who collected earwax had so much to say? Soon, Steve was going back and forth with several different ones from the club. He was having a great time. Steve was able to share his views and he didn't have to listen to anyone else. He did read some just so he could successfully argue his own point. This went on for several months. Then it happened. Someone out argued him. People were agreeing with this other person. Of all the nerve, this man or woman must be stopped. Steve started a different topic. It was titled, "Ways to successfully remove earwax." Two hours later, his nemesis posted a differing view on way number 5. Four hours later, he disagreed with way number 3 and 7. Then other people started poking holes into the remaining ways. Steve was angry. These people had no idea they were dealing with a pure genius, such as him. Steve decided he was going to have to put a stop to this interloper. Steve looked up the name he used on the board. It was goldenwax. He didn't give any other information. Maybe he had his own website that gave more information, our poor demented friend thought. He did a search engine on goldenwax. All that turned up was things on growing beans and different woman facial products. Steve needed to think. He decided to take a walk out in the woods. He walked in circles for hours, trying to think of something. As a genius, this was very disheartening that he didn't think of something right away. Finally, he went back and went back to the search engine. This time he typed in how to find an IP address. He received some information that helped him come up with an idea. He decided to tell goldenwax that he wanted to talk to him in private. Steve gave his email address and asked him to email him. Steve waited. Each morning before even going to the message board, he would check his mail. Nothing. This went on for about two weeks. Then, goldenwax left a message for him on the board.
"Hey Steve, just to let you know. I know the idea behind the email. You won't find me that easily."
This angered Steve very much. Now, he was determined to find this guy. He tried to look for clues in the messages goldenwax would write. He would talk about the cold because it caused his earwax to become hard. Steve agreed with this thought, but he refused to admit it. That was the only information he could find out. Goldenwax didn't share often about himself. Then Steve finally got an epiphany, he needed to find out where the message board started. If he could discover where it was coming from, he could find out where all the visitors IP addresses. He looked through the message board and found out that the original earwax member was from Detroit, Michigan. He emailed him asking if he started the board. Thankfully, this time he received an answer to this email. Yes, he did start the message board. He also really enjoyed Steve's contributions. He used the information he had received and started to hack into the member's computer using the IP address he got from his email. He continued to search all through the night and then finally he found what he was looking for the next morning. Ha, now he knew where to find that horrible goldenwax. In fact, goldenwax lived nearby. Huh, that is quite odd. He peered closer at the address. It seemed that he shared the same house number as he did. Then Steve read the street name.
"That's impossible!" he shouted out loud.
"Why Steve?" said a voice.
"Because it says here that goldenwax sends all his stuff through my IP address."
"I know, I use your computer all the time."
"When? I'm always here."
"I know that also. I'm always here with you."
Steve looked around his little house, "where I don't see you?"
"Steve, I'm right here."
"Where?" Steve asked in an alarmed voice.
"Steve, you know I'm a part of you."