Kite was in A world of light unfolded before them Pulsing with the complex rhythms of synthetic intelligence The vitals feed came on-line Oxygen saturation and heart rate normal The sense of a body was barely perceptible It was time to get to work They uploaded the first countermeasure, A security skin swiped from corporate Now they looked like one of them They floated through the first and then the second firewall The AI's paid no attention, Kite was just another piece of the program A shadow amid the luminescence Kite deployed the second countermeasure, an elegant splinter of code Like a psychedelic for machines, The code bloomed in the sentry's subroutines Soon it was lost in introspection and wonder and Kite slipped past the threshold into the sanctum Kite passed endless chambers, Each containing a swirling storm of information They sensed their distant body trembling with adrenaline Kite focused on their target A solitary floating file, neglected and encrusted with encryption With the passcode the digital shackles melted away Kite was confused, The content was nothing more than a few sentences of archaic language They read them over and over again, mouthing the unfamiliar words Kite heard the faint echoes of their own Voice, speaking the strange dialect in The Real Awakened From dreadful sleep A single instinct Promise to keep You killed my kin Your souls I'll reap But first I feast There's no escape I was written In ancient blood Last of my kind A prisoner Ig nor ance Is our re lease Again I hunt Welcome to the feast Kite was never late Vireo swirled his untouched drink as the minutes passed The din of a dozen hybrid languages rattled the bar's smoke-filled air Somehow through the chatter he could hear the relentless tick of His old wristwatch, still stubbornly keeping time after 100 years It was time to go Careful not to be followed, He took his time getting to Kite's apartment With a retina scan he quietly pushed the door open He heard the dissonant tone of the vitals Monitor and saw Kite lying on the floor, still jacked in He knelt beside Kite's lifeless Body and heard the door shut behind him Once locked in pages I was caged in light Tormented sleep I saw without sight They sought learn our secrets They sought to make us slaves They sought the horrid truths We wisely locked away Vireo's body rose into the air, a muted scream frozen on his face Rivulets of red swarmed his vision, Forming an intricate network of pulsating veins He heard a voice, a soft strange language, penetrating his mind The pain was far away, like someone else's degraded memory Darkness encroached from his peripheral as he roses higher The voice became louder, pulling him toward an abyssal singularity He heard his watch tick The emergency subroutine was Triggered, razors burst from Vireo's forearms Severing the delicate web of circulation enveloping him He fell to the ground, barely conscious A strobe of images flashed across his malfunctioning visual Through the static he heard the voice utter a single word, "mine" Awakened And in starvation A desperate being Mad from isolation I claim this body It must be mine I claim this body I refuse to die