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The Internet. Free, stirring and without control. I liked the freedom to do or say what I wanted to.......until, I got an email.
I didn't think it was anything important, so I marked it as spam and moved on with my life...but more and more kept coming. I changed my email address, but they found me again. Their notifications weren't just by email. I didn't know what to do. At the end of the day, I had to reply. I thought that if I faced, probably a 14-year-old brat who likes busting my balls, maybe they would leave me alone.
They answered me right away. They seemed like a group of sociopaths playing a joke at my expense.
They called themselves "The Watchers".They told me they were the other ones. The good ones.
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I thought that was funny, until they explained the situation to me.....
How could I have been so naive ? so ignorant ? All that was happening right in front of my eyes and I never realized it.The Watchers had been watching me for a while. They wanted to save me. Apparently, Id opened my mouth too much. Now I was in danger. There were some people that didn't like me. People who are afraid of those who speak their mind.I was told that they were collecting the data of people like me.
Databases from the webs I visit, what I believe, and what alternative currency I use. They didn't like that. Not at all.They're scared of free thinkers, and thats why they were planning to find me.
Using the cloud has its advantages and disadvantages.
They knew everything about me. Where I lived, what I bought and where, what I read, my favorite restaurants, even the gym that I never go to. All of my life was online, ALL OF IT and they were going to use it against me.The Internet had become my enemy. It was neither free, nor stirring .....And it was controlled.
So they taught me how to erase any footprints I'd left.
♪ That there That's not me I go Where I please I walk through walls I float down the Liffey I'm not here This isn't happening I'm not here I'm not here In a little while I'll be gone The moment's already passed Yeah it's gone And I'm not here This isn't happeningI'm not here I'm not here Strobe lights and blown speakers Fireworks and hurricanes I'm not here This isn't happening I'm not here I'm not here ♫
I needed to get off of the grid...... Ill be gone for a while, but Ill be back to teach the world, to teach all of you, what those people dont want you to see.
¡ A world where they dont have the power or the control !
¡ A world where all of us are equal !
...they teaught him well
Its funny..... All this, started with an email.
¿ CAN YOU SEE, WHAT THE EYE DOESNT SHOW YOU ?
Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.
*Oscar Wilde
“Men make their own history, but they do not make it just as they please; they do not make it under circumstances chosen by themselves, but under circumstances directly encountered, given and transmitted from the past. The tradition of all the dead generations weighs like a nightmare on the brain of the living.”
*Karl Marx
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