Same goes with internet surfers. Mostly are the general population who just wandering aimlessly killing time. They are harmless. Those who have sinister intentions will normally preselect their targets beforehand.
There is a difference between F.E.A.R. and danger. While the former is just a play of the mind, danger is real. For the past 20 years I had blasted my thoughts in cyberspace. Honestly nobody ever bother me. Out there almost everybody is busy with their little corner of the world to be concerned with what their neighbor is doing. As long as you just mind your own business, you don't have much to worry. It is a pretty democratic system.
The internet is like the movie Matrix. It is an alternate reality. It's not real life. It's like Keeping Up with the Kardashians. Nobody gives a hoot what they do.
So I can talk as loud as I want to without any fear that I am in danger. I get to carve a little spot for myself in internet and everybody is welcome to view what I have to say.
After all I am a loud thinker. That is one of the frills of being a writer. I cannot simply remain passive. I want to have a voice. To be seen and heard.
The Zulus greet one another with sawubona "I see you." The reply is ngikahona , "I am here". It is as if before you see me I don't exist. Same goes with me, before I write something, you don't know I am around.
During the 1999-2014 Cyborg War, I simply hit as many *[as] people as I know. The results were pretty dramatic. Because this is a many to many game, I don't really know who will be effected and how they will respond back. All I can do is reach out to the potential players with the hope they will play, according to their rules.
* External intervention.
These are the few outcomes from the effort:
It is a collective. The systemic effect rippled to the various corners beyond my reach much like these models:
We are One and we are Many. We are within God and God is within us. Much like peeling an onion. In every layer there is God. All matters are intelligent and all matters are gods.