[narrating] I hurt Krista. I don't feel good about that. I hope you're not mad at me, but you have to admit she is just like everyone else. Too afraid to peek over their walls for fear of what they might see. Not me. That's what I do. I look.
[narrating] A simple program, a worm that can make data unreadable, malware that took Darlene maybe two hours to code. Is that really all it takes to kill the world?
[narrating] At 2 p.m. we'll checkout a basketball game. Hot Carla, the local pyro is usually there. She's become like my personal totem. I still don't understand why people like sports. They get emotional over the weirdest things. But I do see the beauty in the rules. The invisible code of chaos hiding behind the menacing face of order.
You might not think it's a way to live, but why not? Repeating the same tasks everyday without having to think about them. Isn't that what everybody does - keep things on repeat? To go along with the NCIS's, their Lexapro. Isn't that where it's comfortable - in the sameness?
[narrating] We keep fighting. Like the world we unmasked, we will find our true selves again. Maybe, after wiping away the thick, grimy film of Facebook friend requests and Vine stars, we can all see the light of day.
[narrating] When you look closely at the seams between order and chaos, do you see the same things I see? The strain, the tears, the glimpses of truth hidden underneath. Why do they fight so desperately to mask what they are? Or is it that they become who they are when they put on the mask? Sometimes I wonder what you hide behind, my silent friend. What mask do you wear? Or are you just as afraid as the rest of them? Me? Am I afraid? Nah, man. I'm different.
[narrating] It was feeling good, for a few days. It really was, wasn't it? But this is the fifth day of not sleeping, I think. "Fifth"... Isn't that a funny word? Shit. There it is again. Panic. Here it comes again. Remember? That sudden sensation of fear. Overwhelming fear. Burrowing its way underneath my brain. Making itself at home. Nesting. Screaming in my mind.
[narrating] Is that what God does? He helps? Tell me, why didn't God help my innocent friend who died for no reason while the guilty roam free? Okay, fine. Forget the one-offs. How about the countless wars declared in his name? Okay, fine. Let's skip the random, meaningless murder for a second, shall we? How about the racist, sexist, phobia soup we've all been drowning because of him? And I'm not just talking about Jesus. I'm talking about all organized religion...exclusive groups created to manage control, a dealer getting people hooked on the drug of hope, his followers nothing but addicts who want their hit of bullshit to keep their...their dopamine of ignorance, addicts afraid to believe the truth...that there is no order, there's no power, that all religions are just metastasizing mind worms meant to divide us so it's easier to rule us by the charlatans that want to run us. All we are to them are paying fanboys of their poorly written sci-fi franchise. If I don't listen to my imaginary friend, why the fuck should I listen to yours? People think their worship's some key to happiness. That's just how he owns you. Even I'm not crazy enough to believe that distortion of reality. So fuck God. He's not a good enough scapegoat for me.
[narrating] Maybe it's not about avoiding the crash. But it's about setting a break point to find the flaw in the code, fix it, and carry on until you hit the next flaw, the quest to keep going...to always fight for footing. Maybe we're all just stumbling from the right questions to the wrong answers, or from the right answers to the wrong questions. It doesn't matter where you go and where you come from, as long as you keep stumbling. Maybe that's all it takes. Maybe that's as good as it gets.
[narrating] Asking for help was never Darlene's strong suit, but then again is it anyone's? An admission of weakness. But you can't avoid the simple truth - the only way to patch a vulnerability is by exposing it first. The flip side being that exposing the vulnerability leaves you open for an exploit.
[narrating] Annihilation is always the answer. We destroy parts of ourselves everyday. We photoshop our warts away, we edit the parts we hate about ourselves, modify the parts we think people hate. We curate our identity, carve it, distill it. Krista's wrong - annihilation is all we are.