I live in a time where I know that everyone is watching me.
From the stars of the East to the setting moon, they watch over me.
His eyes keep watch over me all the time.
We bear the marks of this surveillance.
Out of sheer ignorance, offering everything with open hands.
Information provided willingly, without alterations.
I have my marks,
My codes,
My Identification Protocol,
Today I’m just another number...
Another series of hexadecimal codes.