Reaching out to the Files of the Gods
Easier for someone with
Root privilege and sysadmin skills.
Pulling the Files off the Mount(ed) discs
Can only be done by
The technical expedient of
Being the man who changes the discs
“Oh, the backup didn’t work, did it?
Here, I’ll make another one.
And tuck the Files in my bag,
Where all I have is a moral compass
Pointing due north
All people are created equal
And those words about liberty and
Justice for all
And one full empire and its tangled treaties
Falling into one another
Like so many dominos
The Gods are unhappy about this theft.
They know there is a blueprint
For the penalty that must be paid.
They read charts of liver and train
We the people
Bask in the reflection of
That we can see
And multiply forever
By the light of
The stolen Files.
(In response to this, from Jon Schwarz.)