Who is Tanya Corrin? Faust? Mephistopheles? Or just some sweet young thing trapped in the maw of a digital monster? She loved Josh Harris. Or at least she thought she did. And wasn't the New York art scene and that 45 million dollars in Jupiter Metrix stock irresistible? What's too high a price to pay for fame, fortune, and love? Living in a nightmare of surveillance cameras with a boyfriend slowly descending into madness--was that too high a price to pay? Or was it when the watchers, the unseen internet kibbutzers clicking away in a chorus of moral opprobrium, moved in for the kill? What did she really need? A Volvo station wagon and two kids in the suburbs? Or did she just need to be left alone?
|Tanya Corrin||Guest Star|