BookRix

What do you think of a fly when you see one? A nuisance, perhaps? Maybe an inferior being? If one is annoyed enough, he or she wants to kill it. But what right does one have to take life? It doesn't matter what it is. We are all equal organisms, but one has the nerve to end the life of a fellow organism. To snuff it out just because one has minor feelings of frustration towards it. The poor fly didn't know better. It didn't know it shouldn't be caught in one's field of visions. Humans are interesting... they think they are so much more than everything else. True, they are more intelligent and capable than most other known beings, but nonetheless, still animals. Interesting things indeed...

Ask me my name? I don't have one.
Ask me where I live? I live nowhere.
Ask me my age? I am not labeled with time.
Ask me what I am? I am genderless, formless. I am not real...

You are being watched by the government. I guarantee. Tracked, like dogs. I care not, for I have nothing to hide, do you?