[Han-Tyumi]
Hello
My name is Han-Tyumi
I am a cyborg
Born
If you may call it that
In a world that is dense and black
Created without a desire to draw breath
Without a desire to have being
Without a yearning just to be
I'd like my desire back
My life back
My soul back
My humanity
Oh how I long for it
In the presence of a mirror
My sensory foax-organs detect discontent on my facial image
I cry a digital tear
Motor fluid
Escaping to the floor, it reflects my silhouette
Frigid, slouched, callous
My smell escapes me
A rancid odour
I am everywhere
I am light
I am a reflection
I am that which I am
And I am violent
And I want it to end
Stillness from the grinding gears
I am a raging droid, with a full tank of propellant
Flick the switch
Turn them off
Standby
Cut the cord
Death is a lamb in a wolf’s clothes
A blessing from the lord satan
I am on the altar
I want it
The saccharine of eternal rest
I wish to consume its sickly syrup and lick it from my many fingers
Take me into the moonless night
I need it
Any way I pass will do
A noble death
Or a coward's death
A hero's death
Or a lonely death
To die in the arms of a lover
Or the arms of an alien
I desire my cache of experience to pulsate through my quasi-synapses
And then to be gone
Expired
Perish
Fallen
Dead
Forevermore