Coffe Shop Assignment

                                            Coffee Shop Assignment

         "Mr. Bob" sat in the corner, close to the window, but facing the inside of the coffee shop. He was off to the side and out of the way so that he could read his "Metro" in peace. His I-pod completed the separation from reality. His concentration was entirely on the magazine and the only sign of his connection to this world was his fiddling with his hair every now and then. Mr. Bob worked for the government hence his good clothes. He also worked for the Stonemasons Internet Society Forum, The Rebels, and as a support crewmember for the Enterprise. These other occupations, however, were classified (very, very secret) so Mr. Bob took special care not to give any hints of them to unsuspecting onlookers. His fortress of peace in the corner had invisible walls and was well stocked with two plastic cups of coffee. The bag he was carrying contained a lap-top which meant that he could jump instantaneously to any far reach of the galaxy if one of his many duties called for it. Mr. Bob did not concern himself with such trivialities as space. One should mention that Mr. Bob was not always "Mr. Bob." Sometimes he was "LukeJohnnyBoy11982." At other times he was "Kirk," but he could be "PredatorX" just as easily. The fact of the matter is that names did not concern Mr. Bob much either. Things had to have names so he was Mr. Bob, but Mr. Bob was just an idle way to refer to what Mr. Bob was. What is referred to as Mr. Bob, the object, has many other qualities, such as age, skin color, hair color, cultural background, and so on. He, this "person," was in that coffee shop because he wasn't certain, not entirely certain, that this thing that he was really did travel along with all these attributes that he possessed. Attributes that could be easily recreated and projected anywhere any time. A configuration, is that what he was? The man sat there in the coffee shop reading his "Metro," but what he did or was nobody knew.