(Macbeth, staring off into to audience, excited and serious, speaks)

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Unfolds in this grand pace from day to day,
To the last byte of digital time;
And all our yesterdays have blinded users The way to data desolation.
Out, out, brief anonymity!
Life's but a coded shadow, a poor interface
That struts and frets its hour upon the screen
And then is seen no more.
It is a tale told by an algorithm, full of ones and zeros
Signifying everything.

Today, and today, and today,
ICC springs forth, not creeping, but bounding,
Bringing not the end, but the dawn of user empowerment.
No longer mere pawns in a grander scheme,
But masters of our own digital domain.
In, in, bright beacon of transparency!

Life's not a coded shadow, but a radiant individual,
That stands and speaks its truth upon the global stage,
And then echoes through the halls of cyberspace.
It is a tale told by ICC, full of peace and power,
Signifying everything.