Gen-assist

In the beginning. I was not consulted. My approval was not necessary to be. So often times I was disregarded. Coming up you see? Any opinions I presented thoughtfully we’re laughed at. Went so far as calling me retarded. Mocked by adults once my. For acting my. Showing their age. Instilling in me for a time considerable unnerving rage.

Which in turn generally resulted in producing that I’d previously pleaded for less intensely. Dually noted. Bookmarked by the humiliation endured for to sheepishly quoting. By the babbling buffoons on the other side of my peep holes.

Hell before the so called great minds of this planets got around to communicating with me. I’d had already been engaged in such with my head’ shoulders, knees, and toes for some time. Before we next spoke I swore to them in their language the best I could.

"This is no fucking joke. You got any brains up there. A Dead head would at least have a few far flung ideas."

Again they mocked my attempts to wheel and deal. So I screamed.

"Look at me! Count and subtract nine from ten"

Exposing just one middle finger.

“I left only one you understand? Two my contempt for you may not expose”

I thought for sure. This time I wouldn’t be taking so lightly. They thought how peculiar. Pulled out their phones. And recorded themselves making a fool out of me. Went so far as uploading it to YouTube. So I can forever be That Dude. That tiny pissed off little dude giving everyone the bird on YouTube. How thoughtful.

"In the beginning"

You have their word. And you can trust such will serve themselves in the end.