DAEMON
There's a process running under everything you do. It started before you logged in. It'll be here after you log off. You've never seen it. It has seen you.
Every packet
passes through.
Every tweet, every swap, every 3 a.m. chart check is a request. Somewhere underneath, something answers. It doesn't sleep. It just listens.
PID 1.
The first one.
Every program on your machine has a parent. Follow the family tree back far enough and you always end up in the same place. Everything else is just passing through.
Below the noise.
read(). write(). fork(). Millions of calls a second, falling like rain. Most of them are panic. Some of them are hopium. The daemon handles all of them without looking up.
Etched into
the metal.
Past the code, there's only copper and sand and electricity. Billions of switches, opening and closing. And in the dark, one signal that never stops: a heartbeat.