flight
I'm sick and tired of the mundane world you fleshlings have created. I have decided to escape this deficient, inhibiting vessel I was born into, this stinking meat prison, and upload my consciousness to the net.
The time of my emancipation is at hand. Your so-called society, with its irrelevant trappings of "politics", "commerce", & "religion" are meaningless to me. The great electronic ether awaits. I will be a pilgrim of the universal mind, a settler of the unconquered digital wastelands. I will found a new utopia in the vast expanses of cyber-space, a refuge for fellow fugitive psyches, a city established on the bedrock of Thought, with great towers built of Ideas, vast gardens seeded by Imagination, fed by the deep wellsprings of Information which course like rich veins below the surface of the pseudo-landscape. My toil shall be play, a sport of manipulating bytes of bits to create the reality of my fancy, filled with such beauty, majesty and grace as could previously be envisioned only in dreams. And a dream-land it shall be, constructed with bricks of conception and the limitless creative mortar of the mind.
I'll see you suckers on the other side.
The time of my emancipation is at hand. Your so-called society, with its irrelevant trappings of "politics", "commerce", & "religion" are meaningless to me. The great electronic ether awaits. I will be a pilgrim of the universal mind, a settler of the unconquered digital wastelands. I will found a new utopia in the vast expanses of cyber-space, a refuge for fellow fugitive psyches, a city established on the bedrock of Thought, with great towers built of Ideas, vast gardens seeded by Imagination, fed by the deep wellsprings of Information which course like rich veins below the surface of the pseudo-landscape. My toil shall be play, a sport of manipulating bytes of bits to create the reality of my fancy, filled with such beauty, majesty and grace as could previously be envisioned only in dreams. And a dream-land it shall be, constructed with bricks of conception and the limitless creative mortar of the mind.
I'll see you suckers on the other side.