It looks like it was a rich piece of make believe reporting from 1995 about how the internet would never catch on but it's hard to tell given the depths to which the rag has sunk in the 21st century. I admire the chuzpah of the diseased NYC elite that imagine anybody at all would pay 25 cents more for a single issue than the entire magazine was worth when it was sold for $1.
I'm surprised it's still published. On the other hand, there is sometimes cheer to be had by watching the flailing of others particularly if they're progressives who know better than you.
Those interested in a subtle appreciation of the world wide web as nirvana may enjoy reading Lord of Light by Roger Zelazny. In it, one of his characters 'dies' and his soul is broadcast into the Van Allen Belt.
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