The news that Americans were to stay home during the outbreak of COVID-1 Ty9 blew over as nothing for Robert. He already worked from home, and this development was something he expected. He already lived a life of quarantine. The pandemic only served to make his reclusive lifestyle mainstream. Robert lived in busy Denver Colorado, there was some adjustment to a lifestyle for many people, not Robert threw his day consisted of waking up, a little work, and social media. It wasn't that he didn't have a life outside of his home, it's just he was an introvert's introvert. He simply didn't like people. Smart, average build, employed, and single, Robert was a decent find, just not a catch. His single life and few sexual partners only validated what he knew was likely to be a single till I die existence. Robert went to school for psychology and got his master's degree in it! He had hopes of carving out a practice someday, but as of 2016, he was a digital analyst for a major financial institution. In his off time, so his degree was not wasted, he wrote tweets about anything and anyone. Yep, @whoknowsbest was twitters, life coach, psychologist, and resident asshole.

Juliet strolled past the now-closed shops in her beautiful Park Slope neighborhood on the western side of Brooklyn NY. One of the most popular sections of Brooklyn, it was well known for its open spaces, and high concentration of artist of all types. If you were a creative type in New York, chances were you called Park Slope your home. This was fitting, as Juliet made her living as a painter, freelance writer, and author. She had several poetry books published and was a content writer for several mid-size firms. Like everyone else in America, part of her off time was spent, strolling the digital world of social media. Her favorite site twittering. She had a decent size following and mostly wrote positive tweets surrounding life's adversities. She also shared her art and poetry there religiously. She made her brand of twitter clear in her handle @poetryforever. Juliet was single, she had just broken up with another artist type she had sworn was the one until she found out he was also on Twitter talking and exchanging messages with, you guessed it, another poet and artist. She ended the relationship after this revelation, moved him out of her apartment, and embraced the doldrums of singlehood.

Robert had just wrapped up another day of doing the job he really abhorred but understood he was lucky to have, given the recent mass layoffs and the fact that it allowed him a rather comfortable lifestyle in a middle-class neighborhood of Denver. Robert was not addicted to Twitter, he just had a larger following, and wrote very snide tweets that were popular. In his subconscious honesty chamber, he may have just admired, he was rude to a ton of people, and most people gave him a pass, out of not wanting his tongue directed at them. Scrolling twitter for some hapless victim to write about, the notification bell...