For as long as Blogan could recall his world felt like a series of unexpected events. Some more drastic than others. As a child he was certain his differences outweighed his similarities. Often caught in thought, he was so deep in his own mind that other children found him disconnected. Where was he most of the time? Often sitting silently in his room, Blogan was alone, and lost in thought. So many words running through his head. But, what did they all mean?
Little did Blogan know, those words would one day become a brilliant analogue of content. His body would become interwoven to its core with a dictionary so strong it could correct anything. It would be called Autocorrect. Together, these two strengths would become the very basis of Freshness Factor, making him a true SEO Hero. But that was years away, and it would take a great deal of time for Blogan to accept that. To realize the very cause of his isolation and sorrow; what made him different - was exactly his power.
For years, Blogan tried to escape himself. He didn’t trust all those words floating in his head, so he tried to drown them. Drinking, running, fighting - in the street, at home - anywhere. He travelled the world trying to run further away from himself. But his anger was strong, palpable and not going anywhere. Why had he been chosen the keeper of content?
Finally, when he could no longer bear the weight of it all, he ventured to cyberspace. Wearing only the clothes on his back he searched for relief. Finding an old, abandoned blog, he took reprieve in its darkness. In one fell swoop, he crouched over and started to type. He typed and typed, letting loose of all the words - big, small, complex, simple. Those from his past, and those from his future. The pain he felt, the agony. The times he missed, the skills he learned along the way, the places he’d travel to, the drinks he drank, the journey he took. Those that were his, and those that weren't. Before publishing, he signed the post Evergreen, a word he had recalled hearing in a dream, “Evergreen, join the Seo Heroes.”
Blogan stood back from his work. He felt different, lighter. His mind, for the first time, quiet. Free from the heaviness of it all, he sighed and looked up at his creation. My god. He whispered. It’s a...a...super blog.
Not yet sure of the impact of so many words, so much content. He backed away slowly. Looking at his own creation grow in size - comments, shares, likes. It had began. What had been a moment of desperation had taken on it’s own lifeform - one he couldn’t control. So he ran. Ran far, far away not stopping until he had no choice. No one could know he had created thousands of words, so fresh, so unique - online everywhere.
But of course, that too was impossible. For there was always someone watching. This time it was Professor F. They had yet to formally meet, not that Professor F hadn’t tried. Being well aware of Blogan and his affinity for words, he attempted to contact him in his youth, and recruit him for the Seo Heroes. But Blogan had been too in his head, too distracted - he couldn’t hear him. When Professor F sent Quickloader to reach out to him they received no response, “Evergreen, join the Seo Heroes,” he had whispered from the window. But Blogan was unreachable. The boy had been too young. Too tortured and alone to connect when someone was reaching out. So they left him for many years, hoping one day soon their paths would again converge - only next time, successfully.
But Professor F knew time was ticking. With Blogan bearing the weight of all that content on his own the pressure could push him into a vortex. With the isolated way Blogan had grown up, it was highly possible he could choose the Black Hat method, once he did indeed decide to type all those words out. There was no reason not to. It was an easy way out. And there was very little time to prevent it. All that content, so fresh, so unique, could be used in all the wrong ways.
But now he was certain. The time had come. Blogan had made the first move. Posted his first post. And the Internet had already responded. This was the time to find Blogan and ensure his content powers would be used for good. It wouldn’t be easy, but it wasn’t impossible. It would take time, dedication, a little research and a great deal of persistence.
For now, it would start with a simple comment below the blog, perhaps from someone he trusted? Either way, the next move was his.