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The Network.

You don’t ever leave the network.

You might try to forget about it in the years past, or toss it aside like a dirty rag but it’s always there; Judging you, from afar. Reading you like a book. The Outsiders, or a Tale of Two Cities, perhaps Huckleberry Finn, one of them book report types. Having takeout in an unmarked laundry van. Indian food, always Indian food.

The network can not be killed, more powerful then an idea that can implant itself into the deepest crevasses of your mind, as influential then any religion enabling the masses to do it’s bidding. It is all-knowing yet many are ignorant of it’s existence. 

I tried to disappear, tried my best I did. But it was always there. It’s breath, it was constantly down my neck. It was neither warm nor cold. Yet i broke out in cold sweat. Its footsteps never ceased, even leaving lasting imprints on the worn out cement and tarmac. It’s gait, always constant, like an atomic metronome with an impossible half-life that never seems to dwindle. Not even slightly. Not that i could tell anyway. What am i a scientist?

I want out.

I screamed unto the void.

I want out.

I tried to disappear, tried my best I did. But it was always there. It’s breath, it was constantly down my neck. It was neither warm nor cold. Yet i broke out in cold sweat. Its footsteps never ceased, even leaving lasting imprints on the worn out cement and tarmac. It’s gait, always constant, like an atomic metronome with an impossible half-life that never seems to dwindle. Not even slightly. Not that i could tell anyway. What am i a scientist?

The network can not be killed, more powerful then an idea that can implant itself into the deepest crevasses of your mind, as influential then any religion enabling the masses to do it’s bidding. It is all-knowing yet many are ignorant of it’s existence.

You might try to forget about it in the years past, or toss it aside like a dirty rag but it’s always there; Judging you, from afar. Reading you like a book. The Outsiders, or a Tale of Two Cities, perhaps Huckleberry Finn, one of them book report types. Having takeout in an unmarked laundry van. Indian food, always Indian food.

You don’t ever leave the network.