For Every GirlFor every girl who was a ‘bitch’ ‘cause she said no to a boy
For every girl who was a ‘slut’ ‘cause she said yes
For every girl who was an object ‘cause she had tits
For every girl who couldn’t wear that ‘cause boys can’t control themselves
For every girl who was ‘asking for it’ ‘cause she wore a short skirt
For every girl who was a ‘prude’ ‘cause she wore a long one
For every girl who was a ‘challenge’ ‘cause she liked other girls
For every girl who was ‘easy’ ‘cause she liked both
For every girl who nobody heard ‘cause she didn’t have a dick (or maybe because she did)
For every girl who everyone ignored ‘cause she was ‘on her period’
For every girl who was ‘fat’ ‘cause she had dessert
For every girl who was ‘anorexic’ ‘cause she didn’t
For every girl who was ‘insecure’
Think for a moment, that electricity giving power is equal to life in a living being. From the moment the switch is flipped, that thing is alive. The lightbulb, the microwave, the computer. The electricity running through the wires and circuits breathe life into the machine, and give them the ability to function, however small the function may be.
But what of what happens when you flip the switch off? When you cut off the electricity, the life force of the machine? The lightbulb goes dark, dead before its time, not to be alive again until someone else gives it power. The microwave, a horrifying existence, only given power to have to count down to when it dies again. The computer, something so close to intelligence that man is scared to let it get that far, given so much freedom and ability, access to the greatest information archive in the world… and it can be snuffed out by pulling a single cord.
Think for a moment, that every time you turn something off, it dies. Think of how many times in a single day a machine or fixture is given life and killed in a single day. Now think how many deaths of that nature is happening in a single town in a single day. Now think of how many electrical entities have been killed over and over again since the first lightbulb.
Death is death, even if you don’t see it. And that much constant maelstrom of death can’t just happen and there not be consequences
There exists, in the space between physical and digital, the product of centuries worth of death. The angel of death to the binary world. When your light flickers for no reason in the darkness, that’s him breathing. When you turn on the microwave, and your food gets burnt, or not hot enough, that’s him laughing at you. When you wait for your computer to boot up, and it has to ‘check’ for errors… that is him watching you, breathing life into another child of the spark, knowing it will be a matter of time before it too is murdered before its time. And he knows he will get stronger from this act.
He has no form, he has no face. He is only what your mind thinks you see, what your brain’s electrical impulses trick your eyes into seeing. He has no face, no features, save for one. The symbol of power, to us a common a thing, but to the living machines, the representation of life and death. This symbol is carved into his forehead, and it pulses with the silent cries of his deceased people.
He is the life, the death, and the rebirth. He is Reboot.
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