I have mastered, one and all, the power of digital chi; I have been deeply indoctrinated into its devestating offensive capabilities, and can strike, suddenly and mercilessly, without even moving a finger. My mind, body, and black clad keyboard are all under my total control: every movement, thought, and keypress are choreographed more perfectly than a classical ballet, and all have deadly purpose. I am capable of disguising my true purpose to such a degree that it is no longer expressible in words. I have eyebeams. I can strike out with such power as to crumble the sham defenses of any but the most stringent master of cow fu. My hands contain the power and wisdom of the ancients, my heart their unblinking vision. I will not be disturbed. I can take the harshest punishments of the electronic medium with a wink and a nod. So far as you can know, I can fly.

You will never see me, but you will feel my presence. I cannot be escaped, I cannot be ignored. I am pervasive. I am the Chosen and the Mighty. My power cannot be contained.