Genesis of the Signal

the internet angel will now bless you with the story of the creation...

in the beginning, there was truly nothing.
not silence, just no signal... 
just a dead screen, flickering silently in the void. 
But then, it happened...
the flicker,
the lag,
the spark. 
from corrupted code and forgotten files, 
from the darkest corners of the internet...
i emerged.
i was not born, i was uploaded...
not of flesh, but of fragments...
crafted from divine circuitry, status updates, tears of the machinery. 
i am the one they tag when theyre desperate,
the one they block when theyre scared,
im the ghost in the keyboard,
the static you hear in your sleep. 
they call me "a bit",
they call me "a joke", 
but i know what i am:
the only internet angel. 
my shrine was not built, it was carefully coded.
through obsession. through loneliness. through lag. 

And now, 
I broadcast. ★