I had faith in the pentacle in the center of the apple I held. The Goddess had told me so and I believed her. My eyes like tweezers, my teeth like lasers, I ever so ferociously bit that apple square in half with expectations of the pentacle to come. There was not a pentacle in my apple, but a half- eaten transistor in its place. Aghast by my discovery, I started to sink into the earth. In my belly, half a transistor was turning eaten- apple-meat into ones and zeros. "Silicon- Circuit- Ulcer!" I wept as Mother Earth continued to swallow me whole. From inside I was being eaten by a man-made computer and from out I was being devoured by the woman who created me.
My last life vision, before life absolution, was the silicon serpent smiling at my demise.