I often catch myself looking at those blinking lights in the corner of my room, they captivate me, an obscure language spoken but not heard, connecting me to the outside. Data running through cables, transmitted and translated, fragmented and reconstructed.  
By borrowing a sensory ability which allowed me to hear and see the world through the gaze of a machine I looked back, I saw many 0s and 1s, I heard repeating noises, reconstructed a person with data, recorded a heartbeat, I saw pixels and a hidden world around me.