You can call us freaks
but we're your new age heros
it all comes down
to the ones and zeros
open your eyes, I think that you'll see
you are exactly what we want you to be
so go Silicon tonight
the electrons taking flight...

The code is filling my head, burning out all logical thought. Relations are reduced to pointers to pointers, somehow leading into the data through the labrynth of digital symbolism I'm so close to being there, but so far, and I understand the frustration of having the ultimate form of reason just beyond my grasp. A tool I could shape the world with, break it and remake it with, and yet I can only begin to understand the power I have tapped into....

. and I'll only dream
. of Silicon Gene
. the way that she seemed
. and what it would mean to be made of light
. I won't think about you tonight

Working, struggling, seeking help, finding it. Being grateful, learning, embracing, struggling against my own ignorance as an insult to those who teach me. I will learn this, I will master this as much as I am capable of. The world wizzes by in snips of C++ and PHP, lost somewhere between the SQL Queries and the thumping power of the music in my ears. I'll only dream ... of this silicon gene.

I live for electric piracy
it's my new religion
high technology
one twenty-eight bit encryption
in just another minute I'll be bigger than god
intelligence is supreme...
I bow my head, and pay my tithe
to the church of the machine

Worship, worship, for this is the church of the L33t, and all of those who strive must bleed and suffer and break ourselves over our own igrnorance. We code till our fingers bleed, our mind becomes numb to human language, and all that matters is the logic. All things are logic, and illogic is the ultimate taboo. Learn, understand, be. This is what it means to be Geek. Your soul is electrons, slowly becoming one with the machine you are tied to. The Machine is Life, and lifes blood is the many em feilds wich flux around you, through you. Being alive is being another peice of software and hardware interacting. This is life. This is living.

you can lock us away but that won't stop us
it all comes down to technological progress
virtual light over a digital night
the future is bright
and we're taking flight

Worship us, for we rule. Worship us, for we learn, where others hide. We control, yet we are controled. These machines we tie ourselves to become us, and we become them. And in this parisidic symbiosis, we learn to be what we could not be. Extentions of reality, beings of pure rational thought, logic to the extream, our blood now flowing in circutry streams of electron light. This is what we are. The fiber is our medium, we sail on wings of encoded light, and breath the atmosphere of phosphor and photon. This is a dream we can never awake from. For it is the dream of reality.

The fork is under my pillow... but the cables entangle me in my sleep, grasping for my throat, seeking to free me from this shell of carbon atmos and sugars chains. The Digital is caling the Analog, and I am trapped between the two relms, lost in the sea of code.