Serpent Beast

Desires: The weakness in the code.

It is always there, in the background, sometimes slumbering, but most often awake, whispering...

They say that the real man, is not the man without the beast, but the man who have learned to keep it in check.

What happens when we strive to be that man? When we fuel it, in order to prove we can still control it? When we try to get as close to the edge as possible?

The daredevil, playing with fire, just for the thrill of it. There is something seductive about balancing on the edge, is there not?