He Who Types

Not many know me. I know them. I know everyone. I know how they think. I know how they act. I know if they know I exist. They are always registered as "Crazy" or "Insane" by the people who they tell there stories to. I don't blame them, thought. Who would believe a story about me? A being who does'nt breathe. He sees. He does not watch. He reads. He does not act. He types. He is like a scripter. One who writes commandes to run a program. I was a user. One who was numbered. There are many like me. I was UserInfinte. There is another user like me you might be familiar with. He was the first. To us he is User 0. To the programs he scriptes, like you, they reffer to him as God.