InterfaceA Poem by RoyRogersA programmer in a digital world
Watch the pieces crumble, watch the pieces fall, watch the board destroyed, and
everything is gone. Watching as the world comes up and just collapse. Walking on the edge and doomed to fall at last. You see every mistake, and problem which will come. Can you actually stop it or just prepare for the calamity. You are the master and you watch people like pieces on a chess board. Watching all the damage and watching all the discord. You try to control everything but you are not really part of anywhere. You are simply a user speaking to a bunch of programs. You know how all these programs work but not enough knowledge to fix them all when something goes wrong. Yet do you really care or are they just there keeping you company. Were you ever really a good person or were you relying data. Are you simply a soulless android and are you truly a good person. Does being a good friend and a good employee make you a good person or in the end are you just playing with pieces. You will never be one of the programs but you know what they do. You are simply a user and your stuck in a digital world.
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StatsAuthorRoyRogersAboutSo hi I picked the name RoyRogers since its a street and its a beverage and they both start with R. I will write more later about stuff. VIOLA A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let.. more..Writing
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