The Internet Really Is A Series of Tubes. Flammable tubes that burn.

On the night of May 1st the world’s first hobo-hacker pwned Internet2 from his flop on a Boston bridge.

The incident destroyed a special line spanning the bridge that powerful, high level nerds were depending on as they cobble together the next lolcats delivery system.

The unnamed troll of Longfellow Bridge managed his cyber-terrorism with simple old-timey hobo ingenuity: a carelessly tossed lit cigarette and a crusty 7th-hand mattress. The hobo winged the butt (presumably smoked right down to the filter) onto his own bed (I’m guessing he meant to throw the fiery stub into the Charles River like a good Bostonian) In any event, he began what firefighters call "a two alarm blaze".

The fire closed the bridge, disrupted the red line T service, and made the transient even more homeless than he was prior to the flames.

The nerds, geeks and socercers responsible for the fancy new internet were not long delayed. Or so I gather. I am not a high enough level to read and understand their scrolls.