Wha... What? Where? What the...?
I'm inside of. It's the inside of my. I'm in the.
Web. The box is a Web, I'm stuck in the box I thought I ruled.
It was a trick, a trap, a bamboozle, a befuddlement wrapped in sheep's clothing. So sheepy, sheepish.
Hard to think straight. How do I get out? All walls, no holes. I think I was ensnared by something bigger, more devious. Something that spun its lies into my brain and lured me into. The Deep Web. You mean the website lied?
If it can do this to me, can it... spread?
Surely someone's out there - can see me? Can hear me pounding on those walls, this monitor to the outside nothingness? Or am I invisible and forgotten, waiting for my energies to be consumed and, and, and eventually just... power off?
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