INT. COMPUTER CORP -- NIGHT (DREAM)

DEVA stands in the middle of the seventh floor of Computer Corp. She looks around and notices the entire building is empty.

DEVA
My turn for one of these dreams, huh Quotev? I mean, I would've thought you'd made your point by now, but whatever floats your boat, odd bird.

DevA begins staggering forward, though she doesn't seem to be as impacted as Wattpad, or, presumably, Fanfic. She eventually reaches her old tab, where an open sketchbook sits. She picks it up.

DEVA
Run out of swords? No matter. Some say the pen is mightier anyway,
(laughs to self)
Really? No one? Fine, keep your secr--Ow!

DevA quickly drops the sketchbook as it slowly begins to burn from the inside out. However, once it's left to a pile of ash, the fire continues as it slowly envelops the entire office. Flames reach out and begin to tap DevA's face, but she continuously swats them away until...

HARD CUT TO:

INT. DEVA'S ROOM -- NIGHT

DevA wakes to find Wattpad fast asleep sprawled across her bed over the covers, right hand dangerously close to DevA's eye. She sighs angrily and shakes Wattpad awake, who sits up slightly realizing what she's done.

WATTPAD
Oops.

DEVA
Why did you give up the guest room again?

WATTPAD
Yahoo wanted to stay with us so she could feel like part of the group. What was I gonna do, make her crash on your bed and wake you up at three in the morning?

DEVA
I still don't understand why you don't just call Fanfic.

Wattpad flops onto her back.

WATTPAD
Because we're exes, and everyone knows everything has to be awkward when you're exes.

DEVA
That's just a straight people myth.

WATTPAD
Yeah, but it's bad enough having to see her every day now. We're both fic writers, so when the phrase "there's only one bed" is spoken we just instinctively get ready for an enemies-to-lovers twist.

DEVA
We're sharing a bed.

WATTPAD
Yeah, but you're not a flower shop owner, my ex-nemesis, or a member of 1D.

DevA gives her a look.

WATTPAD
I know One Direction broke up years ago but I've been focusing on my original works so much I can't keep track anymore.

DEVA
First, it's BTS and Jungkook is bae so watch your mouth. Second, it's not gonna be like that. She's moved on, you've obviously moved on...

WATTPAD
Becoming a blonde doesn't automatically mean I've moved on.

DevA gives Wattpad another look.

DEVA
Still, you two are going to need to talk about it at some point, because I am not sitting in the back of some poor Uber's car while you two just listen to music and stare out opposing windows to avoid each other.

WATTPAD
Staring out windows is fun, though.

DevA rolls over to attempt to go back to sleep. Wattpad rolls onto her stomach and props herself up with her elbows like in a cliche teen movie.

WATTPAD
Wait, while you're up we should probably discuss our plans for the day.

DEVA
What's there to discuss?

WATTPAD
Well, we're going to be interviewing all our old coworkers, right? Fanfic said you--and, by extension, Edge--are the only other two who stayed in the area and there's a ton of other people she hasn't heard from in years. Do you know any of them? What do you think they're up to? Do you wanna be the one asking the questions or the one in the background like "whoa times really have changed!" because honestly I could do either.

DEVA
Oh yeah, the interviews. Sorry but I won't be able to stick around too long so you're gonna have to be both those parts for anything after seven.

WATTPAD
What could possibly be more important than this?

DevA mumbles into her pillow.

WATTPAD
What was that, Mumbles?

DEVA
I said I have a date with Pottermore later.

WATTPAD
Pottermore? You mean the nerdy cosplayer from the San Francisco branch of CC back in the day?

DEVA
He's really come into his own since you left. He Neville Longbottom'd us.

WATTPAD
Nice. Tell him I said hi.

DEVA
I will if you let me sleep!

WATTPAD
Alright, alright, sheesh.
(a beat)
Okay so did the San Francisco branch also close when ours did because either way you need to get his opinions on all this, plus--

DevA picks up the pillow her head is not currently resting on and hits Wattpad with it.

WATTPAD
Okay! Goodnight!

INT. COMPUTER CORP -- DAY

The next morning. Wattpad/Quotev/Fanfic/DevA/Yahoo stand around Quotev's wall of evidence trying to make sense of everything.

YAHOO
I took the liberty of reviving the company mailing list to track down as many of our friends as possible. Only nine replied.

Yahoo sets the list of interview subjects in the middle of a tab. Wattpad picks it up.

YAHOO (CONT'D)
Pinterest, Twitter, Instagram, and YouTube are all available this weekend, Buzzfeed isn't free until Monday, Chrome and Firefox are on their honeymoon, Safari's in Africa, and Snapchat and Vimeo left us on read.

WATTPAD
What about Facebook?

YAHOO
Facebook doesn't have email anymore.

WATTPAD
What? Next you're gonna tell me YouTube doesn't have ads or Tumblr doesn't have questionable content.

QUOTEV
Speaking of Tumblr...?

Yahoo pauses a beat, then speaks a bit too quickly but not so much that it's noticeable.

YAHOO
She left me on read too. Now, I think we can cover the most ground if we split off into teams rather than traveling as a group, so arrange yourselves in whatever groups you want...

DevA, who's been staring off into space for this whole conversation, suddenly speaks.

DEVA
Actually, I had a question for Quotev. Was there a reason you used fire in my dream and swords in the others because the fire felt a bit more... burn-y.

QUOTEV
What do you mean? I didn't give you a dream like that. Unless... oh no.

Quotev begins to pace and the others look on, confused.

QUOTEV
What if... No, no, that's not possible... Well, maybe...

YAHOO
Is this normal for her?

Wattpad nods but DevA shakes her head. Finally, Quotev stops pacing and turns to them.

QUOTEV
Upon further inspection, I have elected to stay in the Computer Corp building rather than joining you for the interviews so I can be the first line of defense when the arsonist comes.

FANFIC
Okay, then. Now, I was thinking we could do the first four interviews on our own to cover the most ground then use any spare time to track down the websites that didn't bother to write back in pairs.

In the background, Quotev sneaks off before appearing again two seconds later, using a fire extinguisher to push her swivel chair across the office.

INT. INFOMERCIAL STUDIO -- DAY

PINTEREST stands on a TV sound stage of a kitchen holding a mop before a studio audience. She has a big, cheesy grin on her face, but it doesn't seem too out of place considering her general demeanor.

PINTEREST
And if you don't believe me, listen to these satisfied customers!

DIRECTOR (O.S.)
And, cut!

The lights on the sound stage go out and Pinterest sets down the mop before rubbing her cheeks which hurt from smiling all day. The studio audience begins to file out and Alexa passes, dressed as a production assistant.

PINTEREST
Hey, Alexa? How many of these CyberMops 2 models have we sold so far?

ALEXA
We have sold zero CyberMops 2 models. Would you like me to order one for you?

PINTEREST
No thanks.

Yahoo approaches the set, marveling at all the work that goes into creating those annoying infomercials. Pinterest spots her and her smile returns, only it's 100% natural this time.

PINTEREST
Hey, Yahoo!

YAHOO
Hey, Pin! How are things?

PINTEREST
Good, good. Amazon offered me this deal where I could use my internet fame to help sell his products and I get a share of the profits. This is my production assistant, Alexa!

Alexa waves.

YAHOO
Awesome!

PINTEREST
So, what are you up to now?

YAHOO
Well, Wattpad, Fanfic, DevA, Quotev, and I are--

PINTEREST
I'm in.

YAHOO
You don't even know what it is!

PINTEREST
I know that it involves five of my best friends who I haven't seen in forever, what more do you have to tell me?

Yahoo thinks a moment, ultimately deciding Pinterest is a valuable member to the team even if she's just in it for the reunion.

YAHOO
We're meeting at the old Computer Corp building in a few hours. Bring your pins and some red yarn.

PINTEREST
Yay!

Pinterest hugs Yahoo, who then exits.

INT. DEBATE HALL -- DAY

TWITTER stands in the center of a darkened debate hall, shouting into a microphone like a WWE announcer.

TWITTER
In this corner, we have a thirty-eight-year-old woman with two PHDs expressing her opinion about something the president said!

The woman waves to a cheering audience.

TWITTER
And in this corner we have a thirteen-year-old gamer with an anime icon who thinks menstruation is a myth created by New Zealand!

The boy waves to a roaring audience.

TWITTER
Ready? Fight!

Twitter walks backstage and one of her assistants offers her a bottle of water. Alexa approaches.

ALEXA
Ms. Twitter, there's a website here to see you?

TWITTER
Send her in.

Fanfic enters.

TWITTER
Oh, hey.

FANFIC
Hey Twitter. Quite the place you've got now.

TWITTER
That's not all! Since I'm no longer putting so much of my efforts into Computer Corp, they've upped my character limit to 280! Now I can afford all the "um"s and "ah"s and "oh"s I want!

FANFIC
Cool.

Fanfic glances out to the debate, grimacing. The gamer draws a pentagram on his podium.

BOY
Fine, you've forced my hand. May your womb be barren.

Fanfic stops watching.

TWITTER
Anyway, what was Yahoo emailing me about earlier? Something about an interview #tbt?

FANFIC
Yeah, we were just wondering if you would have any information on what happened to Computer Corp.

TWITTER
Oh, CC? Old news now, chica. I haven't had to think about them in years.

FANFIC
But do you remember anything about its disappearance?

Twitter sips her water then frowns.

TWITTER
Alexa? Can I get a lime in this, please?

ALEXA
Yes, Twitter.

Alexa takes the water and exits.

TWITTER
Listen, Fanfic. I don't know who got you into this because it obviously wasn't your choice, but at this point you should just let the past die. I mean, look at me. If we were still in that stuffy old office building I could never have reached the heights I'm at now. But now I'm out here, living my best life, and you all should be too.

FANFIC
You don't need to tell me. One more question, though. Do you know where Facebook is?

TWITTER
Not in the number one spot anymore, I can tell you that.

Alexa returns with Twitter's now lime-infused water.

TWITTER
Thanks, dear. You're an angel.

EXT. CITY STREET -- CONTINUOUS

YOUTUBE wanders through a busy street, recording a vlog.

YOUTUBE
So that's a wrap on our VidCon 2019 series for ya! Until next time, please remember to like, subscribe, ring the bell, then ring the bell again because it didn't register the first time, then ring the smaller bell that was hidden behind the first bell, then just manually log into our website every day to find content we didn't notify you about. Peace out!

Wattpad can be seen in the background of his recording looking lost.

YOUTUBE
Took you long enough. Love the hair, by the way.

WATTPAD
Dude, when I send you a "where are you" text your answer has to get more specific than just "The City".

YOUTUBE
Well if you'd just chipped in an extra five bucks for the members-only livestream you'd know I was vlogging today.

Wattpad rolls her eyes.

YOUTUBE
So, Netflix tells me you're into screenwriting now?

WATTPAD
(laughs)
I guess you could say that.

YOUTUBE
That's seriously awesome. I've been getting into film making a bit myself too. Remember that "Red" project I started that everyone thought was overpriced and unnecessary? After a couple years people have really started to come around on it and I have enough funds for multiple passion projects. Hey, why haven't we collab'd already?

Wattpad shrugs.

WATTPAD
I don't know, I'm out in California most of the time now.

YOUTUBE
That's where a lot of my best people are stationed. Seriously, your next project that's not claimed by twenty-first century Blockbuster? Call me.

WATTPAD
(insincere)
Will do.
(a beat)
Oh, speaking of projects, do you remember when Computer Corp--

YOUTUBE
Nope.

WATTPAD
Nope? What does nope mean?

YOUTUBE
It means I'm not looking to help organize this little reunion or whatever it is you're calling it. I have better things to film these days.

WATTPAD
But you don't even know what it is yet! It involves a conspiracy, memes, possibly some paranormal stuff...

YOUTUBE
The Area 51 raid is already providing most of that stuff. I don't want to over-saturate my audience.

Wattpad sighs.

WATTPAD
Fine. See you when I see you, I guess.

Wattpad starts to walk away.

YOUTUBE
(calling after her)
Ay! Bi website filmmaker solidarity?

WATTPAD
(grumbles)
Bi website filmmaker solidarity.

INT. CHIC OFFICE SPACE -- DAY

DevA walks into Instagram's office, which is set up like a house in an Ikea catalog. INSTAGRAM sits across from HULU, who is already in the middle of interviewing her. 

INSTAGRAM
Listen, the Fyre Festival was a joke, okay? We didn't think anyone was actually going to spend thousands of dollars to hang out on an island with some of our most famous users and it's honestly flattering that you think me pretty enough to say something like that.

DevA stands awkwardly at the door as Hulu asks another question.

INSTAGRAM
See, I think it's rather shameful that you can sit here and blame me for false advertising without even thanking my team for all the memes your documentaries have produced. Without a Fyre festival, there would be nothing to film, which in turn means there's nothing for people to watch and say "mood" at! We're American heroes.

Instagram notices DevA's presence.

INSTAGRAM
See, here's an old friend who can vouch for my innocence! DevA, tell Hulu how much of a harmless prankster I am!

DEVA
Uhhh...

DevA stares awkwardly into the camera a bit.

HULU
And, cut! That's a wrap on "Fyre Festival 2: 2 Fyre 2 Fyry" everyone! Instagram, loved the bit of improvising you did at the end there. Superb.

INSTAGRAM
My pleasure, Hugh. And do let me know when the next scandal is going to break, I so look forward to our meetings.

HULU
Of course.

Instagram and Hulu hug and DevA looks even more confused. Hulu then exits.

DEVA
So what was that about?

INSTAGRAM
Nothing, just some brand maintenance. Hulu's been helping me grow my IGTV network so I can finally squash YouTube as well.

DEVA
What do you mean "as well"?

INSTAGRAM
Well, back in the day it was just me and that dimwit Snapchat--lovely girl, terrible at copyrighting features--competing for the "people who take pictures of their food before eating it" crowd. But then after Facebook hecked off I realized someone needs to fill the void, and I wasn't about to let her second in command step up to that kind of role. No, we already had a partnership going, so naturally I was the one all those dissatisfied Facebook kiddos flocked to. Now I just have to find some new competition.

Instagram makes eye contact with DevA and cocks her head to the left as if to say "you're too easy".

INSTAGRAM
You were saying?

DEVA
Right. Instagram, do you remember the day Computer Corp closed down?

INSTAGRAM
You mean the happiest day of my life?

DEVA
What do you mean?

INSTAGRAM
I mean ever since we stopped working together I've been at the top of an empire. Sure, I don't quite remember a single turning point, but no successful person ever does.

DEVA
Well, that's what we were wondering about. My friends and I are trying to find a way to reverse whatever it was that split us apart back then so things can finally go back to normal.

INSTAGRAM
And why would you do that?

DEVA
It wasn't exactly my idea, but I think Quotev said something about the time space continuum?

INSTAGRAM
Please. Quotev may think aligning herself with us again would be good for her, but I've worked my ass off for the greater good these past however many years it's been. Back then, Facebook with the HBIC and I was just a lowly Heather Duke, waiting for my time to rise. Well, now I'm in control and I'm making the world a better place. For example, there's no more like counter in Australia, Brazil, Canada, Ireland, Italy, Japan, and New Zealand. I did that!

DEVA
What's with this Facebook obsession?

Instagram sighs.

INSTAGRAM
She has her partner check in every month to make sure I'm not squandering her platform, which makes no sense if she doesn't even want to be a website anymore.

DEVA
You know where she is?

INSTAGRAM
Of course. Why, are you trying to rope her into your little Throwback-Thursday-But-Forever challenge?

DEVA
Kind of?

Instagram takes out a piece of stationary and writes Facebook's new address on it.

INSTAGRAM
Here. Maybe if you get her to go back she'll stop sending me all these reminders.

DEVA
Would you mind also texting it to me? I don't want this to accidentally get mixed up in a collage.

INSTAGRAM
No, because apparently she doesn't want her address in any cellular devices. Another one of her stupid little "rules".

DEVA
Oh. Thanks anyway.

Instagram picks up her phone and scrolls through it, signaling she's done with the conversation.

INSTAGRAM
Don't mention it.

INT. COMPUTER CORP SEVENTH FLOOR -- DAY

Wattpad/Quotev/Fanfic/DevA/Yahoo/Pinterest are all gathered again going through their findings. Pinterest is replacing all the taped-up papers with red pushpins as Quotev wraps red yarn around them like a conspiracy board. Yahoo stands behind them, telling them where to put a link.

DEVA
Is Yahoo really good at influencing people or are the three of us just really really bad?

DevA/Fanfic/Wattpad sit on an old tab watching the display being put together.

FANFIC
I mean, we had to go up against three of the biggest social media giants who considered themselves too cool for us even back then. Meanwhile, she just had to convince...

Yahoo steps forward to explain something to Pinterest, who's bouncing up and down with excitement.

WATTPAD
Does she even know about the dreams yet?

DEVA
I doubt it. When she first got here I'm pretty sure she was convinced we were starting a book club.

The conspiracy board has been completed and the two groups rejoin as one.

YAHOO
Alright. I think our next best course of action will be to bring Facebook in. DevA has her whereabouts and at least two of our interviewees mentioned her as a driving influence for their modern-day actions. After that, we can go to Buzzfeed, and--

WATTPAD
I also think we should bring Tumblr in.

YAHOO
Excuse me?

WATTPAD
I just think since she was such a key part of our group's dynamic back in the day that we can't truly understand what drove us apart without understanding where she ended up afterwards.

FANFIC
Good idea.

WATTPAD
Thanks.

YAHOO
But she didn't reply to the email...

PINTEREST
So? You own her, she has to listen to you.

YAHOO
I don't own her.

DEVA
I remember!
(imitating Yahoo)
You don't own her! It's a--

PINTEREST
Partnership!

The group, excluding Yahoo, laughs.

WATTPAD
So what are we thinking for teams? Authors take Facebook and the rest of y'all take Tumblr?

DEVA
Actually, I have to get ready for my date soon.

QUOTEV
Yeah and I'm still not feeling too confident about the arson thing.

WATTPAD
Okay, Pinterest, would you want to--

FANFIC
We can go two and two then. Wattpad and I are going to the address and you two get searching.

Wattpad sighs, happy to be spending time alone with an old friend but also knowing things are gonna get awkward.

FADE OUT