[ WP ] Much like Bruce Wayne/Batman , you create a crime-fighting alter-ego based on your intense fear of ...

People. 
 
 People are odd creatures. Usually caught up in schemes of one sort or another, distracting themselves long enough to make it to day's end. It's impressive really. Like a man who will spend ten minutes searching his house for a yardstick so he can flip the lights off from the comfort of his sofa. Then when they are free, they spend so much time on things they expect to forget that they rarely remember to live. What were the last six things you read? Did you really read it or was it stockpiled somewhere at the back of your brain between yesterday's breakfast and Thomas Jefferson's birthday. 
 
 Four thousand years ago, this same man would be resting to heal up from his most recent debacle with a dingo. Now, he hopes seinfeld is on. Prays to hang out with George and Elaine and Kramer for a half hour with regularly scheduled commercial breaks. Then he gets to nine o'clock and all is well. The lights go down, the man tucks himself in, and he goes to dream of a time when he could do something more. 
 
 And they are capable of so much more. They are among the most complex, if not the most complex, systems which exist. The social web of manners, strata, and irrational emotional politicking. It's shocking to witness the simple ins and outs that lead to a wedding and bombing occurring on the same street. Utterly foreign to any normal human comprehension. Like my day job some would say. 
 
 You see, I am a stereotype. Lost in a world of aliens. A stuttering IT worker mostly at war with the human element of coding. One which I usually feel I'm losing. Long hours of boredom interrupted by frantic, head-smashing frustration. I enjoy it though. Machines are simple. A machine understands only two things. One and zero. Yes and no. Right and wrong. A machine is understandable. 
 
 But people. 
 
 People forget. People text lovers and then call their spouse back. People rob you blind in an alley and some of them will kill. Far too many will kill. Like you. 
 
 Oh do n't act surprised, did you really think that blood was from a squirrel? Rodents do n't carry backpacks. 
 
 You see, it's the complexity of people that makes them beautiful. Singing a song of love or carrying their best friend home from what was almost a wedding. It is a wonderful kind of strange that leaves one at peace. But that complexity lends itself to error. Snap decisions. Poorly timed admissions of truth. Rational and conscious decisions, guided by an unconscious awareness of the environment, to do evil. A man is capable of loving his girlfriend and seeing fit to kill another's. Only under special circumstances, you say correctly. But does it change the facts? That is what's truly terrifying. 
 
 Avoiding such circumstances is difficult. Takes a great deal of study and preparation. Examination of value. I hint and nudge others onto the road I see for them. It's always for the better of things, though not always theirs. 
 
 So `` who the fuck'' am I, you ask? Some call me the programmer. Others, a sociopath. But really, I'm just a people person. 

