Me sitting behind a keyboard, chasing after you.
You are the most notorious computer hacker.
You lead me, the Federal Agent following your case, to your stash, your friends.
Now, you look at this and smile, just from me stating a title you worked so hard to avoid. You feign a laugh as you are in a library and you look into your self.
You dis-like feeling like society hates you, but listen to me when I say this...
You are not hated, we, the federal government of the Free People of the World, we want you to come to us.
You shake your head logging the system off as the last line embeds it's self into your head.
You are the thief, the lost, and the damned.
Yet, you do not think this. You think that you are the savior of the world, from being brain-washed.
You look out the window of the library, you notice a black SUV edging near you.
This is your moment, what do you do?