I confess that I, JoAnn Walters, a fifteen year old girl-woman thought weird and dull by her friends, has brought catastrophe to the way of modern life by bringing the net to a world-wide shutdown.
The fact that you are accessing this information with the ancient passive flat-view technology means that I succeeded.
You are looking at my room because the phage I released on the net first copied my home into each of your homes, then ate the net from the inside out. Even though I have not released the phage yet, I know that it should work... I cry as I write this because I know that I will be killed by somebody -- the government, mobs, rioters -- in a few minutes. But I have to do this, I have to do what I know is necessary.
This room, my room, is my confession for my sin of destroying the cyber-happiness of Earth's teeming billions.
This is my posthumous prayer:
Understand that nowhere was a safe place,
Understand that ordinary plainness is better than false beauty,
Forgive me,
Find it in your hearts to give me the love I never had,
And create a world that seeks its truth in the chaos of reality.
JoAnn Walters