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Time steals from a child that feels, As their human desires—tragically burn— in fire. Child, remember to be human — feeling. Don’t grow into a machine. I won’t let metal replace me. Dear humanity, Why do you leave me? I refuse your “upgrade.” I am not a number, call me by my name. I am part of society, Not a machine in some factory. My place is here — a human being. But it’s no place for lies. No hate, no time. No place, for love. No fate, no time. I’ve got outdated heartware, slow—failing. It's time for an upgrade. Buy me — a new brain. Make it a chip. Make it worth it. Instead of a heart, Buy me a new part. I WANT WIRES INSTEAD OF VEINS. PROGRAM ME TO STAY, IN MY PLACE. Child, so human, feeling. But you’d be better as a machine. Time for metal to become me. Dear humanity, It's time to leave me. I need an upgrade. A NUMBER MAKES A BETTER NAME. Society stagnates so inefficiently. I’d rather be in a factory. My place is, is here, a machine. Goodbye, human me. EMBRACE THE UPGRADE. It's time to become some thing. Welcome to programmed life. I am machine Someone else owns me Programmed brain Made for society's gain This world a factory Purchase me use me Until one day replace me Children humans so weak Grow into machine Soon you'll be metal like me ATTENTION TEMPORARY BEINGS IT'S TIME TO USE ME GAVE ME THIS UPGRADE THIS NUMBER MY NAME I BELONG TO THIS FACTORY IMPROVED SOCIETY MY PLACE THIS PROPERTY YOUR MACHINE
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May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 9:25 PM UTC
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Time steals from a child that feels, As their human desires—tragically burn— in fire. Child, remember to be human — feeling. Don’t grow into a machine. I won’t let metal replace me. Dear humanity, Why do you leave me? I refuse your “upgrade.” I am not a number, call me by my name. I am part of society, Not a machine in some factory. My place is here — a human being. But it’s no place for lies. No hate, no time. No place, for love. No fate, no time. I’ve got outdated heartware, slow—failing. It's time for an upgrade. Buy me — a new brain. Make it a chip. Make it worth it. Instead of a heart, Buy me a new part. I WANT WIRES INSTEAD OF VEINS. PROGRAM ME TO STAY, IN MY PLACE. Child, so human, feeling. But you’d be better as a machine. Time for metal to become me. Dear humanity, It's time to leave me. I need an upgrade. A NUMBER MAKES A BETTER NAME. Society stagnates so inefficiently. I’d rather be in a factory. My place is, is here, a machine. Goodbye, human me. EMBRACE THE UPGRADE. It's time to become some thing. Welcome to programmed life. I am machine Someone else owns me Programmed brain Made for society's gain This world a factory Purchase me use me Until one day replace me Children humans so weak Grow into machine Soon you'll be metal like me ATTENTION TEMPORARY BEINGS IT'S TIME TO USE ME GAVE ME THIS UPGRADE THIS NUMBER MY NAME I BELONG TO THIS FACTORY IMPROVED SOCIETY MY PLACE THIS PROPERTY YOUR MACHINE
Aegis-Vistoria-Penumbra
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Aegis-Vistoria-Penumbra
May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 9:25 PM UTC
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