all your gods are teenage girls: HERMES, Greek god of thieves
those dark circles look chic by accident. she has to replace her worn-out keyboard every week, poring over new coding techniques until dawn. she’ll jailbreak your phone or hack into the school’s grading algorithm - for a fee, obviously. she pulls a new car into the parking lot every morning, late for the bell, and no one knows where they come from, but they’re always fast enough to fly. stare into her golden grin for too long and you’ll find your pockets picked, your shirt stolen off your back. reciprocity is a child’s lullaby, is a myth she’s never believed in. why wait to taste gold while the rich get richer? if she steals the power and gives it back to the people, who really cares if she keeps some for herself?