Wayne Doyle: Welcome to the Deep Web ... a world of gun-running, sex trafficking and assassins for hire
THE synchronised pressing of the keyboard, florescent computer screen and sporadic clicks of the mouse wasn’t the cause of these relentless palpitations, or those simultaneous beads of sweat trickling from my forehead.
What was I doing? Why had I got this obsession with finding out did this “internet world exist? An accumulation of perspiration had built up on my palms once more, another brief wipe, and continuation with the task at hand.
The silence was piercing, we knew what was being portrayed on the screen in front of our eyes was both mind boggling and grotesque.