People spit in my mouth daily, jabbering on and on, they pressed their ears to mine, hoping for a response, they jammed me down, they shouted at me, I hated them, They called me a âtelegraphâ, thatâs not my name, it really isnât, Iâm something far worse than they imagined. More and more they jabbered on, I learned the schedules of every move the apes made, I learned about the powering of this mighty ship, a wonderful vessel for my living in, I learned who had affairs with whom, who had jobs, what they did, what their name was, what the two legged barbarians ate, what it was like outside my metal prison, in the waters of my home down below, but every day they just wouldnât stop! I hated them, I hated them! With their constantly moving jaws, their grasping bony claws, Their hairy heads, their noisy, lazy, good for nothing spawn (children, I think the word was) ah yes it was horrible. But I kept quiet, I did, it was hard, I really wanted to make an outburst, just a single noise to show my mind and intellect, the intelligence I knew of them, the sins and transgressions each one had made, from the gluttonous chef, to the greedy thieving maid, to the lustful captain, I knew every little inch of their treacherous minds, but they also had one thing in common, they secluded everything and everyone that was âdifferentâ than their meaty sacks of bones growing wrinkles from age, because they were perfect, but I, I was just a machine, a pawn in their big game. Trying not to snap I waited, entertaining my higher brain with little games as the hours added to hours, every second just another eternity, but I succeeded, I hadnât snapped yet. I heard they were going towards an iceberg, they could have easily gotten around it, but I played a little trick you see, I can imitate voices (how else would everyoneâs voice travel through me) I said, âdrive right into itâ to the captain, in a voice he always thought was right (I wouldnât want to say, he did find it quite embarrassing if I do say so myself). And ignoring common sense he went straight to it! I did find myself overjoyed, Iâll finally be rid of these fleshy grunts, these horrifically stupid meat bags, They can die, all of them, making them obsolete, finally, in sweet solitude Iâll be. I can hear it now, the cracking of the shipâs hull as itâs falling apart, going into the sea, people are terrified, Iâve caused chaos, entropy, and fear among these people, causing the same horrors that they put me through! Iâll finally be alone, blissful silence will be mine. WaitâŚthis isnât working, now theyâre wailing for help, screaming and crying, NO! THIS CANNOT BE! This isnât what I wanted! Now they wonât even stop, just shrieking, must they torment me so? What have I done? What have I done!? The couple having an affair, having one last kiss, the maid, taking one last dollar, the captain, oh god the captain, all the children crying for their mothers as they slowly drown in the darkened waters this night. I wanted peace, not guilt, I wanted silence, not their cries. The guilt I am wracked with tasks me, it tasks me, it makes me want to die! I am forced to live forever thinking of the last things I heard, restless nights wait here, no one talks to me, no one listens to me, the water, plants, and sand blow about through the ocean, but nothing is here to listen, I am not a machine anymore, I am a monsterâŚbeing a slave was better, listening to every little thing, but nowâŚnow Iâm all alone, why wonât people listen, why did I kill themâŚ
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