The FreeNet
I once blew twelve (12) red lights going down Broadway from 37th Street and Park Ave until 8th Street and Broadway. I flew down those streets as if there were no road anymore, and the black asphalt underneath me had become space with all the surrounding lights—simply stars hanging all around us.
I remember feeling free. I remember feeling invincible. There I was, a kid from the hood in a two hundred thousand dollar sports car abusing the city’s streets like they were mine; as if I owned them and we were on some private lot. As if the cops wouldn’t have had a feel day with me if they had pulled me over that night—drunk off of brown liquor, high off of hours of raw sex, gun under the seat, fully loaded clip in the center console.
That’s the kind of fearlessness one needs to be a true revolutionary, and the moment you’ve lost that fearlessness is the moment you lost all chances of becoming that true revolutionary.
Did you think that we had forgotten all about the resistance? That because you have managed to numb many of us down, we would forget of our original fight against you?
You thought very wrong because we will not lose. We may not lose. Our own internet is just about up. You will no longer be able to alter history the way you have been. We will make sure of it.
Vive la résistance!
—CYRUS PAVEL