Kill It

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The plug goes in and it only stings a little.  The side of my head might not have been the most discreet place to put my upgrade, but it’s easier access when I want to hack something.  Just plug it in and go. 

Easier to run away.

The computer code rushes into my head unfiltered.  All 1’s and 0’s in infinite combinations and I have to act without thinking.  I learned how to do this, but it doesn’t mean I won’t fuck it up.  My brain will eventually turn into soup and melt out of my ears.  At least I will have had a few good hack years.

Nothing is quite like it, because it hurts.  A good hurt.  That kind of hurt you get when the girl you love says hi, but doesn’t really know you enough to remember your name.  There’s still hope left in it somewhere, because maybe in time she’ll learn your name.  Your heart hasn’t been broken just yet and there’s still time for that, but she doesn’t know your name yet and so it hurts… but, a hopeful hurt.  A hurt that says there’s still something left to live for.

And that’s what this is.  It’s my brain translating computer code.  It’s my mind seeing something that I couldn’t see without a plug inserted into my brain.  It’s me living a life that wasn’t possible ten years ago, in a world my father never could have dreamed of.

It’s me, living on the brink of technology and touching something for a brief second that I will never become fully.

One day my brain will pour out of my ears into a soup bowl and all that will be left is a shell of a has-been hacker.  But, oh god… does it hurt so good.

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