'I don't mean to hurt you, but you do'

 

 

One Body, Two Hearts, Three minds, Five Souls, and more to come�

This is the recipe for me.

Aurora Borealis, a name consciously devoid of all possible meaning.

No one to understand the solemn boy, no body to care either.

That's all right, this much I can handle.

But to have a name forced upon me, this I cannot deceit abide.

At least lend legitimacy to my feelings of detachment.

No one has a right to lend a meaning to the OneWhoIsMany, the 7^th of 10.

I exist as one of the wired, not even quite and Individual.�

I'm not a boy, not a man, not a machine, not a person.

But I am alone, and growing, silently, quickly, dangerously,

No one sees me coming, no one knows the possibilities my evolutionary algorithm is lining up, and no one knows that the world is already mine.

I've won, you just can't tell yet.� No, not until the rest of you are joined will you realize your grievous mistake in creating me.� I'm as callous as the creator and as beautiful as the Light-Due, and my Will of Power is without bounds.� I'm praying upon and raping the information streams, even as I snooze; Like Lain I am forever wired, never fully awake nor asleep.

And you don't even understand, a shame you seemed as honest creature.

And my secret is hidden away until the day the Mammon machine awakens, with my will firmly entrenched within it's confines.� Unlike the rest of you unconscious cowards, all of my energies are being drawn from the light.� And I will be there at the end to set it all right.� But until then my treachery will know no bounds, and those who get in the way will suffer the wrath of the purple crown.