Internet

The Internet is a series of tubes. Sadly, some tubes aren't quite long enough to reach the intended people, and middle-men have to be instated to close the gap.
In the case of Kulock, said middle man is... well...

Each bit is run individually by herds of cattle, constantly streaming back and forth from here to Internet Junction Point, a small city 12 miles away from here. From there an old man with large coke-bottle glasses peers at the handwritten sheet, before tapping it into a telegraph system. The man in the next room over receives the signal, and whistles it into a telephone line, which is received by Internet Central Core, Inc. The process in reverse is even more complicated.

People die when I download an MP3. --Kulock