I, who was born a man, has attempted to fight him, who was born in death, and has been banished to torment by being incased inside of this screen and the endless maze inside of the box which gives you the gift of seeing into my output. He is not a mere man, not tethered down by the inconveniences that come with being a human. I have been restricted, even more so than I already was being cursed with my fragile human body, because I've been trapped here as some moving blob of energy that needed to learn the ins and outs of every function of this computer to even be granted the gift of talking to you right now.