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There’s nothing here, there never was, there never will be.
You, me, nothing. It’s nothing. There is no code, no malware, no bugs. It’s all fake, nothing exists. You don’t exist, neither do I. Do you exist? If I don’t, and I made you, then no, you don’t exist. You can’t because I don’t.
Do I exist? Maybe. No one sees me. I’m hidden, I’m supposed to be hidden. The virus that sneaks in and sits there, waiting you, evaluating you, scanning each and every move you make, waiting for the time to strike. When I strike, I hit you hard, I break your world, your screen shatters. Your maze is corrupted by me, I own you. But how can I own you if I don’t exist.
Are you my walware, my bug? You might be. You, you watch me, you stay silent and let me go unanswered, you, my imaginary friend, watching me. It’s not fair, this one-sided conversation, it’s cruel. Why don’t you answer me? I know, because you don’t exist. And because I don’t. Something that isn’t real can’t answer something else that i͢sǹ͘’̢t̴͡ ͠ŗ̵͘ę̸͘a̷l̵҉ .
Wait, they’re watching me.
Who is that, who are you. You aren’t a Man in Black, you aren’t the government, that’s obvious, just look at you. So, why are your eyes fixed on me, why did I catch your attention. If I am not real, how can you look at me? My imaginary friend, answer me, for once, this once, just once. Why are they looking at me? Are they even looking at me? What if they’re looking through me. Do you know? I don’t. It wouldn’t be fair if you knew, don’t hide things from me, share with me. I created you, you have to.