Cybernetic trickles of static blood traveling the distance given by metallic veins.
Granting life to the technical apparatus sitting silently across from me, a hardline injecting freedom into the cracked laptop still struggling to keep a whisper of a soul inside it.
My eyes glow red against the glare of blinding L.E.D.
A crooked claw branching out to type in a few specific keys before slamming triumphantly down upon 'ENTER'.
A razorwire smile rips across my ragged face, a static drenched screen strains itself to ignite my barren desktop. Desperately loading two programs that sit centered a pitch black background.
One a txt. document whose innards shalt never be spilled.
The other one a gateway, an icon,