Insider X by Dave Buschi Read Free Book Online Page A

still amazing, each time she looked at it.  Nothing was censored.  She could go to any site.  Any site!!!
    After the phone test, she decided enough was enough.  She’d stayed off, while her fellow employees kept going to banned sites.  And nothing was happening to them.  She made a decision then.  She dove in.  She started to use the full breadth of tools that were at her disposal.
    Facebook.
    That was the mother lode.  Twitter and LinkedIn were good, but not like Facebook.  By using Facebook she found she could bypass a lot of stuff.  Sign-in instantly on almost any site.  Forget the time-consuming registration process on Game Zone.  With Facebook’s ‘connect’ button, which almost every site had nowadays, she could register in seconds.  She just clicked on Facebook’s blue ‘F’ button, typed in her user name and password, and Facebook did the rest.  In seconds, she was logged onto the site.  At that point she was in a position where she could leave a comment or post a review.
    Of course it took some time in the beginning to set up the Facebook accounts.  But once she got those set up she could use them over and over.  And over and over again.  She kept a cheat sheet to keep them organized.  She was constantly adding new ones, so her list kept growing.
    Like a ‘Christmas tree’.  *<<<<+
    Oops.  Before it was cut.  *<<<<
    Growing, growing…
    *<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
    Right now her list was over thirty pages long, and each page held information on over sixty Facebook accounts.  When she dove in, she really dove in.  She was now 2,046 different people and counting.  She was having babies all the time.  No one baby limit for her.  >^_^<   Ha ha, you silly grey men, poop poop on you!  Na had created her own little army of Feebies (that would be Facebook drones; trademark; mine!  mine!  made it up).
    On her cheat sheets, which were alphabetically organized, she’d listed each person’s name, email address, and password.  And off to the right were some notes, which kept her straight on what types of products each Feebie liked or disliked.  She believed it was important to keep those details consistent.  That way she wouldn’t lose track.
    One of the added benefits of Facebook were the pictures.  When she logged on using Facebook and left a post, there was her little thumbnail showing her face—well it wasn’t her face, it was the face of Bubba, Mary Sue Ellen, or whatever Feebie she was using at the moment.  She’d set up Bubba’s profile three months ago on Facebook.  Bubba had 274 friends, most of which were other Feebies that Na had created.  The funny part was that Bubba had some “real” friends.  He was friended almost every other day by somebody.  Someone thinking they knew him, claiming to have gone to the same school as Bubba supposedly attended.  She thought it hilarious, until she realized what was really happening.  Seemed she wasn’t the only one creating Feebies.  For kicks, she’d look at some of the profiles to see how glaringly bad they were.  The red flags were usually easy to spot.
    Like how many friends the Facebook profile would have.  In some cases it would be some low number like 12 or 34.  And they were friending Bubba as one of their first friends?  Must be a close friend?   She wanted to laugh, but had to hold it in.  Or the picture of the person friending showed a gorgeous exotic girl, that more times than not, was revealing way too much skin.  AND she only had 4 friends!  AND Bubba was her fifth friend request!  They must be VERY close!  BFGF.  Kiss kiss. 
    Giggle.  Eye roll.  Snort. 
    Low friend number.  Bimbo picture.  It was so silly.  Who fell for that stuff?  Americans were so stupid.
    Na didn’t bother friending anyone other than her own fake profiles.  She knew it was too easy to spot fakes.  All someone had to do was look at the other pictures on the Facebook page, or that person’s history.  Unless the faker had