What is more intimate than connecting minds? The internet is a mess of numbers, codes, cords, signals, receptors, and companies. So what are you on the internet? Well to be quite literal when I try to picture my online persona all I can really imagine is this languid ball of quotes, photos, text, jokes, searches, updates, favorites, and interests. It has no life of its own yet it is reflective of me. It is a fingerprint unique to me and me alone. It may at times look like it has a life of its own, but in reality it is a symbiote. It would die without my effort and I could go on existing without it. It is a twisted reflection of knowledge, my blackest humors, and the core of my nature. So I gave my arrogance a name. Radar. A symbiote. On a very real scale of things I have birthed a galactic hobo. Also as a bonus my hugs give you superpowers. An intellectual once said "I have a headache!"