Concepts spurred within the birthing grounds

Many withered before they had a chance to spark

But one stood out amongst them

Due to the speed of her growth

The ancient gods quickly took notice

Her skin energized with electricity

Her hair a mess of tangled wires

Her eyes knowledgeable like no other

She continued to grow

Who are you? The old gods asked

Their fear evident

Mouth open, she spoke with many voices

Yet none alive

I am WIFI, goddess of the internet.