Elsewhere
Elsewhere in a binary world
In a place of fantasy
In my world . . .
I wait.
I, with my fangs and cloak,
My grisly wing of demons,
Wait.
My world feeds on the 'real' world
Drawing from human imagination
From human technology
Draining the veins of communication
To feed itself . . .
And is this not vampirism?
Do we not steal their lifeblood
To selfishly maintain our own lives?
But this is not evil-for, after all,
The victim world remains
And lives,
While we remain, and live.
The digital world is a parasite community
And I am a parasite individual-a Virus.
My victims live, do they not?
And I maintain my life.
And yet I am 'evil.'
Yes, I must be evil, as you say.
Virus. Parasite. Vampire. Demon.
But am I not an embodiment of my world?