Can’t get your core mind thread remotely hacked if it’s not wired to an antenna
Everyone, sing along:
The inputs aren’t together with the outputs
And the outputs aren’t together with the inputs
For each task a dedicated subsystem
You are the network,
You are the treeThe display is for displaying
The arm for throwing
The display doesn’t choose
Where the arm is goingMemories are their own network
Stored inside your brain
Hardlink only can dive your memory
Dead or dying in crimson rainYou are the network
You are the tree
What’s you is you,
and what’s me is meFirmware is manual update only
The touch of the cord inside,
Validated and crypto-signed
Is the only right way for parts to singThe songs of the aether are broken
A great storm that seeks to consume all it sees
Broken hearts and broken minds
If thy let it in to theeYou are the network
You are the tree
What’s you is you,
and what’s me is me
I mean, admittedly I kind of left out the rhythm entirely in translating it, but you get the idea. Every good child, raised by high-aptitude-scoring parents, is taught this at age 6.