The computer itself is running Linux, a community developed operating system free of corporate agendas. The computer was found on the street in a council clean up disgarded potentially refused any chance of being reused. The keyboard had slightly dislodged from the internal base connection to the computer and I had to reconnect it. I installed Linux and it has become something that I control. The work itself is orchestrated through a script that directs the computer to become a sufferer of delusions and mania. I am the controller, the orchestrator of the computers babbling, I even control the machines silences. The idea of the machine is a classic case study in schizophrenia, the sufferer sees themselves as being controlled by a protagonist. What this piece reminds us is there is always a protagonist and we must find our own voice away from agendas. In some ways the computer is designed to be controlled by the user but due to corporate agendas we find ourselves being controlled by technology.