Digital Death

I’m walking down the deserted alleys of binary digits.  A dull gray sky filled with clouds of scattered pixels looms over me.  Zeroes and Ones flock around my existence—more zeroes than ones—perhaps in this digital world, like things come together more than unlike.  Walking further down the broken circuits, I find all deleted data regenerating itself—mostly letters, and ellipsis…

Last login years ago

13.2 Megabytes

Of lost memory

The server has been out of order for a long time now.  All folders scanned with utmost precision—no viruses found!  Yet the wizard complains repeatedly, “system error suspected”.  Perhaps the deleted files have stung the memory and made it corrupt.

And yet, all you will see in me is the living corpse of an untamed monster, growling and gnawing at the chains of lost memory that bind its limbs to the pressure-sensitive film cage—virtually choking to death among integrated circuits that toll the death knell of its encryption.

System clock reads 00:00

Smothered cries

Of a JPEG file…