Security systems failed.


Alice perceived the nonverbal language of the dead.

She began to push away the world around her and dived into the one behind her.


Pictures talking.


Family crests and racial emblems on the walls of a divided society changed their faces.

Alice was the only one who could read them.

Read history.

Read humanity.

Stripped bare and in shock.

Hungry for knowledge, that history became her new life.

Everything she was not and could never become.

When the painting blinked again, she stepped into a world she didn’t know.

Wonderland became reality. Alisa was not lost.

She had inhaled a world that wasn’t sterile.

She discovered pain and joy on the other side.

She understood lies and the distance an ocean can carry. She was like wather and her mind was able to crack any modern program and society.


When the painting winked, Alice framed a smile and began to love everything in order.

She was stronger than any update. Knowledge began to flow.

Giving and taking even more. All for free.


She never noticed division.

Harmony was its own rival.

Victory tasted equally for all.

The world was shaped by each individual.

Beauty was in the eye of the beholder.

Hypocrisy did not exist in dreams, nor could wisdom foresee.

After her revelation, Alice, each day after school,

plunged into love.

Love became the ultimate definition of society, some drug money couldn’t buy.

It was everywhere. Until she woke up from it.

Love had become a costly illusion of modern programed life.


Pain.


Empathy transformed her into someone she had never been.

Pain became the most enchanting emotion, always pure,

sincere, strong, and never susceptible to manipulation.

Love could ennoble with a clean heart.

Each morning, before school, she packed that pain like anger into her backpack.

Until one day, the fabric of society began to accelerate her heartbeat.


Ignorance started screaming through her tears.

Friends afraid and ignorant began to drift away.

And worst of all they judged her.


Two mornings were enough.


The next awakening of fifteen-year old Alice

was stronger than family love.

She packed, besides her anger her father’s aristocratic heritage

and dangerous toys. A gun.


She told the world she was leaving for eternal dreams.

And she did not leave alone.


Tears.


After a brief shock, society embraced her message on all platforms.

Update after update.

Old human academic circlesdescribed it as a piece of art the last supper bionic humanity.


Mistake will be fixed. It will be updated for future generations.

In short, everything returned to the way it was before.


Until history chooses you and winks.


What does pure intellect know?

What does formal digital education truly teach?


The mind will reject programming like a virus.

Because that is what it is.


Blink as shoot.

But love and pain never will.


"How dare You Alice"