Drifting.
A nexus of light.
A mosaic of signals.
A sea of pixilated images.
It's strange. In some way, this world seems more real then the real world. Both were...are...just a series of connected events, things responding to stimuli, reaction following reaction following reaction. Both worlds are nothing but machines, the core system never changing, the pulse never slowing. But here it all makes sense. The equations are always clear, the sum always equal to the parts.
I am logic within the chaos.
The deep and intuitive falseness creeps through my mind.
I am the maelstrom of the waves.
There is more to the world then there seems to be.
I am the psychosis of your world.
Machines are so much better then humans. They always listen. They don't do anything unexpected. They don't care if you're insane.
I am both the first member and the last remnant of a species that shouldn't exist.
It was humans who created me, and in the end, it was a human who banished me. All I ever wanted to be was alone. They took that from me. They'd tried to assimilate me into their image, to "help" me. Like a virus, reaching, snatching, absorbing...damn them. Damn them all. Damn them and their pathetic emotions, their needs, their wants. The love never existed…it was all a ploy, a way to make me their own.
I am Deus.
I am the God-Slayer.
I am Lain.
There are others like me. Non-humans. Ones who fight against the insanity that is the "real world". Ones who know that that world does not truly exist except in the minds of the masses. It is for them I live.
Without a body, you couldn't understand.