She was stuck. None of the buttons at the bottom of her screen were operative. Eventually they all disappeared. Why shouldn’t she leave the meeting? No one moved, no one spoke. A thin trickle of moisture snaked down her back. Her palms were wet. But she continued to stare straight ahead.
Resolved to stand, she found her butt glued to the chair, her feet fused to the floor. She could not un-rivet her gaze from the screen. She was frozen as were all of her fellow zoomers. They stared into each other’s blank, motionless eyes and prayed for unstable internet.
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