The Birth of a SPAM Beser’al sat at in his ill lit cubical sitting before his computer cruising the internet for porn appraising the levels of decadence depicted on the sites, and if they met his approval. To his unexpected satisfaction, they either matched or exceeded the guidelines explicitly detailed by the marketing department. He quickly scanned through three more sites, and leaned back in his ergonomic chair. Closing his eyes, he sorely wished he hadn’t been transferred to the internet SPAM department. He was good at his job and could tempt with just a few banner ads thousands of timid souls into taking a peak at those over achieving porn web pages. Beser’al did not like this SPAM thing. It had daily deadlines. It only proved that if you enjoy something too much, Hell will place you in something a little more challenging and not so fun. It didn’t pay to be an overachiever in Hell. Sitting up, he looked at his assignment one more time. He still didn’t have any idea what he was going to SPAM with this time, and his assignment was almost due. Taking a deep breath of the sulfuric air to clear his head, he stood up from his chair and stretched his decaying wings. In the far corner, he could see his rival Tenten’el typing away, and smirking as he plotted another banner advertisement for a free computer that linked to a hundred other links that gave away the users internet address to be used for marketing. Tenten’el wasn’t all that good at what he did. He kept it simple, and for some reason the moron always got the good jobs. Beser’al pulled his wings back and sat back into his chair contemplating his next move. He was either going to finish his assignment or find a way to make Tenten’el life a living paradise. Beser’al smirked to himself and began typing. His envy for Tenten’el proved useful, and as his bosses always say a good emotion is never wasted, he finished his assignment and hit SEND on the computer screen. In minutes hundreds of thousands of emails would soon receive his latest temptation, he wondered how many could turn down his enticing words: Why do morons always get the best jobs?