Feminist Hacker Barbie
At the heart of darkness, the still center, the glitch systems shred the dark with whirlwinds of light, translucent razors spinning away from us; we hang in the center of a silent slow-motion explosion, ice fragments falling away forever, and Barbie's voice comes in across lighty ears of electronic void illusion - ‘Bum the bitch down. I can’t hold the thing back.' The Russian program, rising through towers of data, blotting out the playroom colors. And I plug Barbie's homemade command package into the center of Midge's cold heart. We’ve done it.

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      At the heart of darkness, the still center, the glitch systems shred the dark with
whirlwinds of light, translucent razors spinning away from us; we hang in the
center of a silent slow-motion explosion, ice fragments falling away forever, and
Barbie's voice comes in across lighty ears of electronic void illusion -
‘Bum the bitch down. I can’t hold the thing back.'  The Russian program, rising
through towers of data, blotting out the playroom colors. And I plug Barbie's
homemade command package into the center of Midge's cold heart. 
We’ve done it.