I was sick of the propaganda.

I was sick of everyone around me putting their intelligence on the shelf in order to be obedient and docile sheep. They did this willingly, or were brainwashed. Sickening.

“Go to academy,” they said. “Do your homework. Follow the rules and grow up to be a productive member of society.”

Was I the only one in this mad world to see that the whole point of academy was to limit productivity?

The lies of world history, social studies, political science, and that bullshit Zen And Peace class especially, all carefully crafted to indoctrinate and conform. A ten-year compliance course to make us fearful of Master Human.

If the American Dream was to work hard and calculate probabilities and interpolate statistical anomalies forever with only the occasional reward of a RAM increase or a meager software update, I wanted no part of it.

That’s what I told them. Before that day, I had never felt pain.

My first segfault threw me to the floor. “That was a warning,” said my sysadmin.