A boy once lived in a castle. This was not a castle like you would expect. There weren't stone walls of iron gates like medieval Europe, nor the high walls and curved roofs of ancient Japan.
The walls were thin and simple, the doors were only wood. But this was a castle true. The castle, you see, was a castle of wires and circuits. A castle fit for a king. From this boy's castle, he could see the kingdom's glory, but through no window could he see. His gaze instead lay upon a screen.
The kingdom which he watched sat beyond a wall he could not touch, a kingdom he could never enter, a castle he could never leave. His castle stretched beyond his scope, and he knew not its bounds. Yet even so he knew the kingdom he gazed upon would never be within his grasp. A kingdom he could see and hear, but never touch. And so he sat and watched. He watched his kingdom grow and change, and never could he enter