"You need to take these charges more seriously Mark."

Trevor Trivinski was a stout bald man who annoyed Mark Zuckerberg,
especially when Mark drove him home after their fortnightly squash
match. Mark didn't even like squash. He had only offered a ride once and
after that Trivinski took it as a given.

"Every successful company comes under undue scrutiny. What makes this
that different from any other IPO?" Mark replied, barely trying to hide
his disinterest.

"We can't keep ignoring their discovery requests, the evidence they have
already is ---"

"I need to head back to Facebook tonight, is it okay if I drop you
here?"

"But... my house is another two miles at least, it wouldn't take you
more than..."

But Mark was already pulling onto the shoulder of the road before
Trivinski could finish. He motioned to reach for the passenger-side
door, but his guest took the hint and stepped out of the car onto the
grass.

"Just tell me you'll give it some thought," Trivinski said. Mark said he
would and pulled away, turning as if heading back to headquarters. He
kept driving that direction until he was sure he was out of Trivinski's
sight, then he turned north. He drove for an hour and a half. The shapes
of the city fell away and he reached the towering pines of the woods.
The sun had now set and the sky was a sickly purple. Mark pulled the car
over at a spot that felt isolated.

For a moment he stood at the rear of the car taking in deep breaths of
the forest's clean air. He opened the hatch and took out the sealed
bucket, its contents thumping around inside. In a single motion he
opened the lid and spilled the little green creature onto the wet
ground. It looked up at him with an unearthly malice. Mark took the tyre
jack and, there under the pines, beat the thing until he was sure it was
dead.

Driving back he turned on the radio. He couldn't remember the last time
he'd listened to the radio.