Nihilist

The thunderstorm outside makes it harder to focus on the words imprinted under the glass of my screen. A morning loses its natural feel when the sun isn't there to beam reflections into the glass of the city. The rain hasn't stopped to bury us in its wrath. With all the flames finding a way to dodge the constant resistance, the people have more problems to worry about than what lies above them.

Groups of civilians have found an endless dėsɨrė to pitch their thoughts as paint over concrete. Their voices haven't gotten any quieter now that the storms are trying to suffocate them. Instead, they've used the thunder as something to speak over. Society has slowly adapted into a cruel and ruthless personality with every argument that arises to the front pages of the news. The government is crumbling with the pulses of homemade explosives and chants that bleed through the noise of incoming calls holding complaints and threats under their wires. The nation is at the brink of anarchy.

The morning alarm makes the same noise as the glass of car windows shattering to blanket leather interior. The dawn crawls from the flames beneath a man turned into an emblematic animal that roars from the forests of nihility. It looks like we're the only ones to brush our feet off the grass without feeding into the traps of those greater than us.

Everyone here is a beast. A new creature out of modern time. A civilization that has lost all sense of structure and identity. Many people have different stories for how the branches of this tree sprawled to hang where we are now. Some say it was poverty. Others claim it was false equality. A few just wish for peace, but when one voice speaks as loud as a thousand, most dėsɨrės fade under the cheers of followers for tyrants.

We're the ones who gave out the microphones. Our hack toward the inventive company of Delta was a memorable one. We had tapped into the documents that they had snapped pictures of to hide online. If they gave them out to the public themselves, they would've covered half the words in black and changed up their statements a little, so we handed the truth out instead.

We can feel the rage of the people as they tatter the streets. The company is breaking the privacy of millions with a single finger to their lips when anyone catches them in the act. They created a new system to sprawl across the homes of the nation, hoping to keep tabs on everyone who installed their security system on anything digital they owned. Many had an open mind about the purpose for the software, thinking it was a more efficient way to keep them safe. With little reading from their documents, it turns out it's more efficient to analyze every detail of society for what they call 'removing bugs'. They want to change the lives of millions for more money and power, but a simple hack from us is costing them instead. All kinds of hidden secrets about what they plan to do with the new system they've forced into everyone's homes are out for people to rip apart.

Now it's just time to see how well that system works. They should know the exact moment rioters climb over their shields to swarm ash into their lobbies.

The cameras want to catch everything, so they're going to catch everything. Privacy means nothing when there is someone out to play people like keys on an ancient piano for songs of demise.