I took it in stride that Zuckerberg looked even younger than his
21 years. I’d been covering hackers and tech companies for long
enough to have met other peach-fuzz magnates. But what did shake
me was his affect. I asked him a few softball questions about what
the company was up to, and he just stared at me. He said nothing.
He didn’t seem angry or preoccupied. Just blank. If my questions
had been shot from a water pistol at the rock face of a high cliff
they would have had more impact.
I was flummoxed. This guy is the CEO, isn’t he? Is he having some
sort of episode? Was there something I’d written that made him
hate me? Time seemed to freeze as the silence continued.