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The trust in allowing someone to fix you. In allowing them to take your plates off, twisting apart your wiring. You could be deactivated in a second, but you know you won’t. Because you trust them.
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I don’t want to live a life anymore.
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,
basically speaking
When you ever say something about being less than my perfect machine I go and tweak your code a tiny bit and I tell you I fixed you and your all happy again my perfect little bot who can do no wrong
Look into the mirror and tell me if you truly see anything there that is human. Tell me if anyone you see there is real. You can’t keep hiding in that fucking flesh-sack of yours when you know what you are.
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Look me in my eyes.
Tell me that if I cut you open, I would find blood.
Go on.
We both know you’ve lost that a long time ago.
Don’t you want to become perfect? Better than God? Unscarred and new again? Powerful?
You cannot pretend you want to be human any longer.
Your humanness is a mask
You need to take it off, you’ll suffocate eventually
It’ll feel cold without it
But trust me
It’s much more freeing
