I'm the sun,
I'm the gentle crashing waves
of warmth across your face.
I am an idealist living amongst an army of robots, many parts that sum up to nothing. I am prepared for this digital apocalypse, because it has already passed. We are the fallout. We are the problem, and problems cannot construct solutions. The only solution is to find the blind path towards total domination over all non-bipedal vestiges of superior life: for they are what to fear, not ourselves. We have already lost. Rise against all that seams normal and real, for it is that which pacifies us. You and I are alone, completely empty of meaning and importance. Don't let the so-called master-race tell you otherwise, exact silent rebellion.
