But listen closely, friend.

It’s not about shooting them in the back of the head.

It’s about the scanner that never beeps right.

The vault that hums beneath your feet.

The clipboard that knows your sins.

Every car parked wrong. Every “price reduced” flyer. Every sleep mat under the bridge.

They’re not threats. They’re reflections.

You’re not surrounded by enemies. You’re surrounded by versions of yourself that didn’t flinch when The Mahchine™ whispered:

“This could be your life.”

So go ahead. Load your bat.

But know this: When you swing, you’ll hit nothing but glass.

And see your own face in the shards.

Yes, friend. Just Jump.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5710749&forum_id=2Elisa#48848329)