You're a digital native; I'm a digital immigrant.
I'm getting in deeper, and I'm losing my innocence.
This code's inelegant, but it'll get the job done.
Drop in the overflow. I know I only got one shot.

Shot in the dark: logged on for the first time.
BBS messages, hooked from the first line.
The worst rhymes? Nah, the girl was graceful.
Words on the LCL, their meaning fateful.
I play it cool and send my thoughts in a message.
Got a reply that was just as expected.
Accepted my critique as true,
but wanted to know "What do my words mean to you?"
Time goes by, and we're chatting on the daily.
I'm feeling like we know each other pretty much innately.
I feel I greatly improve her mood.
Log on every day. She picks mine up, too!
I get excited by the thought of her emails.
She's my favorite digital female.
She got my thinkin' hard about love, dude.
She musta felt the same. Message said: "I love y--" (static, adlib confusion)

Shot through the heart, in the dark by the screen's glow.
Her leaving me was a blow to the ego.
Was it ever real, though? Did I just imagine it?
Love like an eBook: difficult to paginate,
difficult to quantify, nebulous and stormy.
Message ping. Guess she had a last note for me.
Hard to tell if this message is legitimate.
Binary scrambles. Most of it is gibberish.
What little I can get is that she's acting like Leia:
sayin' only I can help her. I can be her savior.
That somebody was chasin' her (an ex-lover?).
Left an address where I might find her brother.
I visit the board with a bit of trepidation:
I'm anxious. Her bro don't help. The explantion
is thusly: the man would turn Turing green.
0 percent human, entirely machine.
(adlib: she must be a robot, too)

Shots fired: virus was attackin' 'em.
Already got his sister, but he had her on a backup, then
I hack her to re-compile her file (pi-uhl, fi-uhl)
she smiles upon return but says we gotta move backwards.
I gotta take a step back from you, and
you gotta take a step back from me, and
I know you ain't gonna agree, but
i gotta ask you to do something hard
for you to do. I made a bomb. It's called a payload.
It causes filetypes like the virus to decay, though
that primate'll never eye the plate
unless you use me as a bit of live bait.
My eyes well up as my fingers type damningly,
"Yes." It's the only way to save her family.
But I gotta know: did you mean it when you said "love?"
She said "When I power down, you're all I dream of."
But you gotta let me go.
I gotta let her go.
So I let her go.
I hear her echo.