It was raining. I went into a café and asked for a coffee. 21 I was waiting for my drink, I realized there were other people in the place, but I sensed 22 . I saw their bodies, but I couldn’t feel their souls 23 their souls belonged to the 24 .
I stood up and walked between the tables. When I came to the biggest computer, I saw a thin, small man 25 in front of it. “I’m Steve,” he finally answered after I asked him a couple of times what his name was. “I can’t talk with you. I’m 26 ,”he said. He was chatting online and, 27 , he was playing a computer game—a war game. I was 28 .
