My own grandmother doesn't even like me or the changes which have overpowered me, so she rattles on and on about meaningless bullshit over the phone, blowing off any references I make about what's going on with me.
Then I said at the end of the conversation about the Coke Zero's, about how all these bad things could happen, and then one nice thing does.
But what if it didn't? What if Dad just put them in there, in the basket first at Costco, and then in the garage, and no one bothered to look for a while, and I think there's some conspiracy of good when there's only madness and hate?
It says nothing about anyone else, who are these people? But about me. There is an Army, not of One, but of Two. YOu and Me. STill. LOve you.
Dee.
That is how I conceptualize cyberwarfare. Me and yOu. Them. d.
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