Industrial hip-hop and cyberpunk had an orgy and did it wild. The result was a bastard child.
A data ghost, an empty shell, broadband wired like a fast gazelle.
Its history so young it fits on a floppy disk. The ego so big on teraflops it barely fits.
A digital bastard of forgotten kind. Reversed, rewind and logged the mind.
Reminisced on what was left. All results of grand computer theft.
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