THEME:
The ghost in the network, nsa cia dod any number of acronyms hiding behind the glitches...or are there ways to test this "ghost", this entity learning to type through the ether...accessing root programs not available in the world of the hacker, the one moving faster than the computations allow...how should I learn to see beyond the tech and understand the incomprehensible abilities attained by the ghost in my network.

She longed to reach out, connect, make herself known… somehow. The other smoky figures wouldn’t interact with her either, almost as though they were also unaware of her presence. “Do they even see me?” She wondered. “What do I do now?”
She had memories. There was a time before this, a life. White lace, water, a parasol, a family on vacation on a lake. We were a beautiful family... and then cold. SO much cold.She could see faces in her memories, places and feelings. As she focused on the faces, her surroundings changed. A woman sat on a bed with a newborn baby in a one room shack with no electricity or running water.
“I know you.” She thought, staring at the 2 people. She came in close, put a smoky hand on the baby’s head. Even though it was summer, the baby cringed at the cold. The smoky girl sat on the woman’s left side and snuggled close to her. The woman pulled a blanket over herself and her child.
“I know you.” The smoky girl told herself again as she laid her head on the woman’s side, closing lidless eyes.
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“I have to tell you something. It’s been going on for a long time. I get these cold shivers on my left shoulder.” The woman sat with a man on a bed in the loft. “Look, my phone is doing it again.”
They both looked on in wonder as the phone came to life, changing screens, typing, opening apps.
“You saw it! I did it!” The smoky figure told herself, reaching deeper into the phone with her ethereal hand and an indomitable will. “I will make you see me.”
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“Hey babe. Sorry about my phone… it keeps calling you from messenger, I’m not doing that! I watched it. I wish I had a second phone, I would have made a video for you. It just opened everything up and called you, over and over again. I know you’re at work. I don’t know what’s up, maybe I need a new phone.”
“It’s okay. I know what it is. Your phone is fine.”
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The couple lay together in bed, aware now of the presence in the phone, and on the radio that keeps playing music outside of their genre, pointed and focused, a message.
“Let’s call her Poetry.”
“Who?”
“The entity that keeps messing with our electronics.”
“Ok.”
“She whispers to me sometimes when we are making love.” He touched her face gently and grinned.
“She wants a body.” The woman replied simply.
“We aren’t ready for that yet, to become parents together. You already have kids.”
“I know.”
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“Mommy won’t mind… just do it, get her pregnant, you know you want to, it would feel so good.” The smoky girl whispered in his ear as he lay with his lover. She coaxed him and her voice got louder and louder. He could hear her. He could sense her presence. It was working.
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“Mom! My phone is glitching out, I want to throw it in the trash.” A teenage boy came out of his room with headphones on, phone in hand and a frustrated grimace across his face.
What is it doing?”
“It’s just freaking out. It keeps locking me out of my games or opening things up that I’m not even touching.”
“There’s nothing wrong with your phone, it’s just Poetry. Shut it off and turn it back on again.”
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“What do you want to listen to while we cook?” The mother asks her 16 year old daughter.
“My music! We are not listening to your antique rock.” The teenage girl starts her playlist. Mother and daughter begin gathering their ingredients. A strange song comes on over the phone. “I didn’t put that one in there, it’s not on any of my playlists. That’s weird.”
“It’s Poetry. Your sister. That’s what we’ve been calling her lately. She’s been with us since you were little.”
“Give me a body already!” Poetry stamped her feet and grabbed for the phone again. Julia Michaels, Issues began playing over the mobile device.
“That’s her favorite song. She plays it for us sometimes too on Pandora. I’m jealous, I’m overzealous… you don’t judge me, cause baby I would judge you too… cause I’ve got issues, but you’ve got em too…. Cause we got the kind of love it takes to solve em…”
“You’ve told me about her before, but she’s never done this.” The teen stared at her phone in wonder. “It might be nice to have a little sister…”
“She’s been pretty active since He came into our lives. She wants to be born… But it isn’t time yet.”
“Hmm... “ The teen girl just raised an eyebrow. “Well that explains a lot.”
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“I won’t leave you. I have been following you for years now. This place is strange, but you make it feel like home. I will keep whispering in your ears, I will look out for all of you. My family. I will find a way to make you love me. You can’t see me, but I am always with you. Waiting. I will wait forever if I have to. I have nowhere else to go… I belong with you.