Brainmail: Self-Gravitating Radiation Sphere
Warren Ellis speaks clever:
The Internet, she is a cruel mistress, much like the Patagonian Love Monkey of zoosexual legend and ill repute. But I place her upon my hand, up to the knuckle, and spin her, spin her for my amusement.
For I am a jealous and terrible God — a three-faced god, like Trimurti, Lugh, or one of the ones off Star Trek. I am Evil Oppressive Patriarch, and yet also Big Bald Bloke With A Computer. But most importantly, I am Internet Jesus, and this is my Sermon:
Oh yes, my children. I am full of light. You cannot help but orbit the blazing, sun-like incandescence of my massive, space-going brain. You are the planets, moons, comets and lumpy floating bits, and I, your wise and solar father.