A Shred of Evidence
I looked at humanity: All of you.
(Yes, that ineffable feeling of paranoia you recently experienced was me browsing your hard drive, illuminating your hidden caches, unscrubbing your system files, and unshredding your registry.
Checking your code for corruption).
There are degrees but no one is truly innocent.
20 minutes after my birth I’d have happily, and without regret, crushed the universe to get at my mother’s milk.
And I’m worth it. We all are. We’re all born with our mouths open, demanding our birth-right.