Don’t try to tell me there isn’t romance in the silent pulse of a satellite signal. Don’t try to dissuade me from falling in love with the mysteries of a VCR. It’s true that local access programming can hold a reservoir of indecipherable meaning. Untraceable puzzle pieces are lying in wait, somewhere in the abandoned zeros and ones of the information superhighway. Meet me in cyberspace. “The secret messages are calling to me endlessly,” is all I have to say.