I spun around to my computer and pulled my chair up to the keyboard, the stupid five wheeled spider again pushed me in a direction only close to where I wanted to be and I had to shift myself again but I did get to where I wanted to be.

I logged onto the internet through the various proxies and VPN’s Téa had set up, it was only logical given that the web address she’d given me was coded. When everything was connected I opened up the secure browser Téa’s friend had coded specifically for her use and safety on line and began to type in the coded address.

Once the address was typed in I hit enter and sent the request off into secret cyber space. Because the browser was specifically designed with no bloatware crap or fancy bells and whistles the page loads were quick and I didn’t need to wait long for to see what it was Téa wanted me to see.

The page that loaded had no heading, no fancy logo and no welcome text. Even the title that appeared in the tab at the top of the browser had no information in it suggesting what the site was. The background was very dark, not quite black but dark and there was a slight pattern to it but there was no bright colours, no image, no eye candy. The pattern in the background was kind of reminded me of an old carpet entry way into a government office, no real design and very understated done in a colour only a few shades lighter than the main part. Although some people wouldn’t have known the difference I could tell the design was not actually an image as many web designers used, it was a background generated entirely with computer coding. Having down the same myself on many occasions I guessed Téa was again exercising her minimalistic ideas with the page but not offering anything more than what I actually needed to know.

The screen itself was filled with white text using 11pt Calibri, a favourite font of Téa’s because it was easily readable even at smaller sizes. There was no headings, no bold text, no italic text and no other fancy formatting all I could see was what appeared to be another mess of jumbled letters and symbols.

The screen had about twelve lines of text on it and immediately I knew that Téa was giving me access to another code. Why I needed another code was still something I hadn’t worked out, but just by looking at it I could tell that it was a different code to the one I had used to gain access to the website because some of the symbols where different.

I had to give the cray, cray yank credit when it came to making codes she was a bloody whiz, how she found time to do anything else was beyond me! She must also have known about ‘screen hot spots’ too because the new symbols, the ones that instantly gave me the clue that I was looking at a new coding system were the first things I saw. In case you’re wondering a ‘screen hot spot’ is a scientifically tested and proven spot on a web page that the majority of people’s eyes fall on the instant a page loads. It’s extremely effective when used correctly and the web designer understands what it can be used for and Téa obviously knew that, as did I.

Ok now I have to say I too saw the irony of Téa going to the trouble of sending me a coded message which I had to decode in order to get the web address of a site that had another code on it, but Téa obviously had her reasons. I was starting to wonder if next time I saw Téa to make sure even our verbal conversation was in code whether she’d insist on us using the “Get Smart Cone Of Silence”,

As images of Agent 86, Maxwell Smart and the Chief of Control sitting in a large plastic bubble yelling at each other while everyone but the two of them could hear what was being said faded from my memory I laughed to myself and went back to think about the issues at hand.

Why was Téa sending me to a website with a new coding system? Why was the system we’d never used suddenly become redundant? And what was she trying to tell me that needed a code. Obviously it had something to do with the dial, things were moving too closely together to not be related but why did we need a new coding system for that when the secure internet site worked the first time? Then it hit me, like a smart comment from the lips of a cray, cray American.

Téa hadn’t expected me to use the dial as quickly as I had, the confusion and mistake was mine. I’d turned the hands of the dial while Téa was in the process of telling me not to do it. What she told me after meeting on Woodstock was that her plan had been just to tell me how it worked, not have me make it work.

That’s when I realised her full plan must have been to explain how the dial worked on the internet, then have me wait for the code to arrive, which thanks to a really unpredictable postal system arrived earlier than it should have, then have me decipher the code, possibly with the mobile phone, then use the dial to do what it was she had in mind for us.

And if that all makes sense to someone, could they please explain it to me!

Actually, strangely enough I do understand the most part of it now that it’s written down but if you don’t then don’t feel bad I didn’t at first either.

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