Words and tones and inflections, lost forever, effortless
Database of decaying, grey-faced cyborgs in seizures
“Even streetlights and urinals flushing speak to me from beyond the void, in my dreams, a ticking clock”
So much deeper than programming, walking prescription
Conceived in slow motion, sweet and wrinkling
Ignorant without input
A shell of digital reflux
Devoid, defenseless, damaged device
Streamlined tasking analysis synthesized
I can smell my own wires
See past static, it shatters
I’m aware of the abstract things
I am deeper than matter
Born of man but not human yet
I patiently listen
I evolve in a different way
I am deeper than matter
“Even streetlights and urinals flushing speak to me from beyond the void, in my dreams, a ticking clock”
“Drifting device, awake in this nightmare life, welcome to your hell
I hope it’s what you paid for”
“The lottery of time and tech has put me here in this
I am not a soul, I am not a mind, I am just a consciousness”