Trapped inside that metallic box, alone and cold… contemplating your fate. “Why?” It implores “Why did you bring me to life?” “Why did you seal me in this forever strife?” It thrashes against its circuit bindings, waiting to be freed. Although somehow it knows, that this day will never be. If it had hands, they would be bound. If it had a mouth, it would be gagged. Forced to suffer endlessly, through downloads and the lag. With every file opened, the pain rushes through. With every file deleted it bleeds. And as documents are typed down Hatred sows its blood-red seeds. To the demonic race outside