The Work of the Closing of the Internet Frontier

The boy masterminds once roamed its mIRC chatrooms and Usenet groups like herds of buffalo

You know the archetype: the boy mastermind of the internet.¹ Snarky and full of himself, a know-it-all shielding his insecurities behind the anonymity afforded by cyberspace. Perhaps you were even such a mastermind yourself, back when the web was young and uncivilized, when the light of your monitor backlit a 1024 x 768 display. But his natural habitat h…