I'm using you.
I know it, and you know it too, and you know that I know. This is nothing but release, nothing more than pretty words and thoughtless actions. You know it. I know it.
But I know something else too.
You're never going to do anything to stop it. You've given in to it. You've come to realize that this is the way things are. People like me take control of people like you and we use them however we want, until we don't need you any more. You just have to take it and pray that you don't outlive your usefulness before you're ready to be tossed aside.
It saddens me that I can't be the one to teach you.
It's just too easy that way. It wasn't nearly enough of a challenge to satisfy me. You'd already been trained. Where's the fun in taming a tame beast? But it made you interesting too. It was amusing to see just how far down your conditioning went. Finding out what your commands were, what buttons did what, how to make you heed my every command. It was like taking a program and analysing it from the basic code without any idea as to what that program was supposed to do.
The results were fantastic. Whoever had programmed you had wanted the same thing as me. They were severely lacking in imagination, and there were some bugs in the code, but the framework was solid. Executing basic commands like ://strip and ://suckit yielded pleasant results, to say the least. Knowing that I hadn't been the first to use them gave me no pause. Used programs are just as good as new.
://Iloveyou turned out to be the most interesting of all. No matter what protests you thought to use, no matter how many firewalls you put up against me, all I had to do was say three little words and all of them would just fall away. It was like a password. Total access at the drop of a lie.
But security was surprisingly low once I hacked my way into your system. Almost nothing was encrypted. I guess you thought your freak-factor firewall would be enough to keep anyone out. It's sound reasoning, I suppose. If no one can even understand your code, why bother encrypting it?
But I could understand. I know what it's like, being smarter than everyone else. Being hated because of it. No one ever lit me on fire, but the idea's the same. We're a cut above, and people keep trying to cut us down. You appreciate that, I think. That we're the same. That I can understand you, even if you sometimes can't.
But no matter how hard you try, you can never understand me. I'm the superior OS. Your system just can't deal. I subvert you and make you a slave drive, displaying only the information I want you to, thinking only what I choose. I've hacked you, Mr. Detective. Even if your original user was to come back, you'd still be completely under my control.
But enough with the computer metaphor. As well as it works, it can only take us so far. A subverted computer will stay subverted until someone comes along and fixes the programming. People aren't like that. People will eventually get sick of following their commands and fix it themselves. You'll rise up against me one day, my lovely friend. And when you do, you'd better be ready. Because on that day, you will have outlived your usefulness, and I shall no longer need you.
On that day, you shall die.