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one night i dreamt i was surfing in cyberspace & many images flickered in Adobe Flash with every movement made, every keystroke & slide of the mouse to & fro, i hadn’t a clue (in real time), but i knew that there were centillions of digital footsteps being made with every moment leaving their print upon the world within the screen (still outside my own physical self)--- while my own history could partially be brought up manually on my PC, i knew that every phone call, every movie watched & every second spent on the web, had been recorded somewhere, being held for an indeterminate amount of time & unlike those nutjobs who say they had a “near death experience” & their lives flashed before their eyes, i myself was fairly certain that i would never come in complete contact with this shadow of online presence. this, however, did not bother me, because whether my life was dragging down deep in the gutter or flying up in the air by the seat of its pants, i was grounded in the cooling light of backlit LED pixels, which would be with me until my dying day (or until i became one with them in the future). and there was no conversation with my PC, because it was not a capable artificial intelligence (as of yet) & therefore it had to abide my own human error (alas, PC, i pity thee) & unlike the fictional “lord” of those religious idiots out there walking in the sand, it did not “speak to me” when i was down on my knees squinting to myself with hands clasped (um, for i wasn’t), conversating inside my own head hoping for answers to questions to magically arise from my own fragmented, severely delusional & quite obviously bat***** mad psyche. no, there was no made up excuse for which this human had to look to in order to alleviate responsibility for those things that are the most absolutely horrible which all of us humans have done to each other, the world around us & to ourselves, but rather only quality time spent between myself & my computer, which had evolved from a less impressive model to its current state, but which would be outdated in a few years & get scrapped for a better one, until its own superiority surpassed my own & i needed to become one with it--- then, there would be no digital footprints at all, for they’d all be within.
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