"Genisis" by Charles Mills Trowbridge

  Jack in, turn on, tune out.
  Everything fades and the faint green grid of the program materializes before the pure white representation of his body.
  Eyes see without seeing in this silicon induced dream, and smooth hands take t he green and shape it lovingly into an apple.
  This deep red skin and these wonderful curves inspire the Creator to make a world. In the simple beauty of this psuto life he sees the wondrous possibilities of life. He points at holes appear in the void were three of the grid lines intersect and from this hole pure blue water starts to flow. The pinprick becomes a chasm before long and a great river is born. From the green banks of this river true greenery is born, as plants start to grow, huge blossoms dipping into the river to hold it's plenty and a weeping willow is made, branch by branch with his loving hands. Under it's arches he finds confort the sound of his river pacifying him. After the lull fear hits and he realizes that defenses must be made. A branch of the tree forks it's self and then falls to the ground. A nut starts growing on another branch larger and larger until it falls to the ground. The white form picks this and his hands take to the shape of this nut, changing it. From the fruit of this tree a helm is born, fingers again point to the green expanses around him and new trees appear. Perfectly straight hard and smooth they build for him first a fence and then a roof as well. His river, his tree and the fruits born of it are safe.
  Darkness is born out of this safety and so the first star is born. 12 points each with 5 sides come from the void to light it and for the first time reflect against cool waves. With life he build a world of green from the greenness of the techno void but it is still not real. Using the last of his strength he fashions wings to escape.
  But his walls have grown to be too tall.