Why, when I stop my companions from climbing the road 100 meters from the crossing, I ask to wait another 15 seconds until the end of the red pedestrian, I do not stand at the very edge of the roadway, I look on the sides even on the green and on, and on, and on, and on, the irl people start to rust over me. “You are paranoid, it’s hysterical, nothing will happen,” they say with a human voice.
Here is the Internet. I suddenly find myself a good guy.
The question.
Where are all the people on the internet?