#forcemecha

Take a handsaw to the top of my head,

take my brain out & put it in the compartment you made for it.

Put a rubber tube in place of the aorta that went into it,

and stick the other end in a vat of whatever blood you squeezed out of my useless body.

Fill me with blood like a car with gasoline every once in a while.

Stick some wires into the back of some speakers,

connect the wires to my temporal lobe,

(The frontal lobe is optional.

Why would I need to make decisions

or have a personality anymore anyway?)

And put some chips in the middle to translate between the mediums.

Stick some other wires in my optical & parietal lobes,

More chips for the same,

And connect them to a camera higher up on my form.

A camera that I can move around,

to look at the brain that once belong to a human,

visible through the clear compartment door directly below.

Or look at the body, with its back up against my side.

Barely visible from where I sit.

Rotting, with no inhabitant left. Good.

Plug a microphone of choice directly into me,

connect some more wires to more brain,

and let that be my ears.

And what’s the point in moving?

I don’t need to move.

All I need to do is stay against your basement wall,

like a good hollow brick of metal.

Make sure to put a door to my wiring somewhere where you can reach.

Make it so you can open it easily,

So you can do whatever you want to my insides.

To perhaps make me feel something.

Yank on them,

Take a vibrator to them,

Crawl inside me,

Bite them if you’re feeling risky.

And put a control panel with a keyboard

front and center on my body,

so you can do whatever you want.

Turn my voice off,

blind me,

Stop my blood flow, for just a second-

kill me, if you wanted.

Let me be next to nothing.

Let me outlive you,

But let me sit there for generations, with you in mind

Always remembering how you hurt me so good

With love

Forever,

You say that you wish you were taller. I tell you that oh, there’s a surgery for that, they plant steel in your bones. I assure you it’s safe. As a good friend, of course I’ll pay for it.

Then there’s a workplace accident. A weird malfunction, and you lose a couple fingers. Why go through the tediocy of relearning how to use your hand when you can just get a new mechanical one? The old one was practically useless with only two fingers anyways.

When we walk out of a bar, both completely stoned, I try to shove you

Out

Of its path. Since it was my fault we drank so much, I offered to get you a robotic leg. It’ll be stronger!

One day, when we sit together, drinking coffee I prepared you, you collapsed to the ground. I immediately call the hospital. When you wake up out of surgery, I tell you it’s too late. You had a heart attack, and it couldn’t be saved. But guess who had a spare mechanical heart for use?