"Hackers"

I swore I'd stay away from them. The hackers. The are like the Siren of old times, they lure you in with the promise of everything you want. But in the end, all they do is take from you.
I swore I'd stay away, but I met one of these "hackers". But I met one. And suddenly I was cooperating. I was giving her my time, my attention, my company. I couldn't get the hacker off my mind, I was always thinking about her. And then I realized, I'd been hacked. A pretty standard operation, the usual hacker moves. The looks, that way they stand. I was an easy target, so it didn't take any fancy moves to hack my mind, which got hacked over and over again. Which I hated, every time I swore was the last time; I wouldn't get hacked again. But the more I was compromised, the more I wanted what they had. The more I became convinced that maybe, maybe it wasn't so terrible, if I was really convinced that I was getting what I want, maybe I was? How could I tell the difference really?
Now, I can't wait. I haven't been hacked in a little while, and I can't consciously wish this on myself. There's something so pleasant though, of being so strongly driven by such a singular goal, completely losing control of my mind while the hacker takes over. I just sit in the backseat of my mind and let her drive for a while.
So, to you hackers, don't think I don't know what you're doing, how you do it. I just can't bring myself to stop you. Which, maybe means, that I'm being hacked right now.