Time machine. You see, that file sends your browser through the super hyper dimensonal space continum thingy, and has to use the battered old janitor's apache server that he somehow managed to get before it was invented - i met him back in 1985, you see, and then the apache server sends out a postman, who runs reallyreally fast to the internet kiosk in china (yes, really really fast), and logs onto Internet Explorer - woah, totally - which logs onto the super information highway that somehow existed back then, dodges the buggles and evil MTV advert spawn, and gets the page. He then has to log off the internet kiosk, run through the soviet union's military installation in china - don't ask me why it's there, it just is - and then he uses the apache server again, the apache server goes back through the super hyper dimensonal space contimun thingy with the page. I then have to get my virus scanner out, because if anybody has hitched a ride back to our time, the world will get messed up. Then with the power of quantum philosphy to the power of thirty nine, the psychlogical capabilites of the vocabulary show the page.
Oh, and just to clear it all up, here's the diagram of it.

There, I'm glad that's all cleared up now.
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