With the enthusiasm of a young fan meeting a celebrity, Facebook shook Paparazzi’s hand with both of hers.
“It really is!” she noted with near-adoration in her eyes. “I’ve been wandering around for a few years, just trying to get the hang of this whole corporeal reality thing. It is so strange to convert intellectual property into a physical form. It’s so nice to finally meet a like-minded immortal!”
The idea of Twitter becoming sentient makes her pout faintly, her lips bowing and her brows knitting. “That little punk website is already encroaching on me. But it’s also kind of advertising for me. Its followers have been setting up to auto-post their tweets to their Facebook pages. Because really, how many people want to have to update both a Twitter feed and a status? I happily just suck its feeds over to me so people can just visit one place!” That place being Facebook, obviously. A touch of competitiveness there maybe?