10: Five Minutes

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I planned to spend five minutes in this world, a formality, and then destroy it: up in pixels, so to speak. I don't even remember creating it, and what, after all, is there worth saving in a world without color, without light, without beings who truly live?

There's he, whom I noticed three minutes in: intriguing, arrogant like me. I can show him a thing or two about who really runs things. I want him to submit to me, he who doesn't know I exist-- yet.

Five minutes, and I have something to live for again. For a while, anyway.