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Cyborg

Blindsided by a rhinoceros.

Tendons, muscles, unraveling. I can't do this any--

Glitch, system failure, shutdown

Restart, blue screen, flashing cursor

Epileptic shock. Epinephrine injected

Command line. Run:

 

Beautiful flying objects thrown violently.

Don't open this door! Kiss me hard

And not in a good way (if you remember how),

Like when fishes try to breathe on dry

Land on jagged Rock

Climbing without

Gears spinning and clanking

*** and pan. (Glass and sand)

 

Sizzling in this artificial sun

Created by brainwaves soaked in

****** and LSD and yellow cake uranium

Ghostriding patterns erupting like

Stop. Fail. Restart.

Detecting equipment...

No input present. How will you communicate?

Try again. Restart.

Password required.

 

Why don't you eat?

These tears are making my face numb.

Put this in your arm.

Trust me, you'll love it.

You'll have Tesla coming out of every orifice.

Dancing physics, matryoshkas.

 

You can deny the existence of a God and live,

But if you deny the existence of gravity...

Well, just try and walk off this cliff.

 

"These thoughts are so scattered.

I don't even think they're mine."

Those memories? They're not yours.

They belong to your master's daughter.

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We're Replicants.

We boot up, we shut down, we most definitely restart.

Viruses make us sick and sometimes break us to the point where we need new hardware.

Sometimes they break our firmware and we need to wipe.

We have command lines to perform actions, and registry keys to keep memory stored of the things we learn.

The world is our power supply,

and when we boot up in safe mode,

like

some

people

do

every

day,

 

we only use the bare minimum of our potential.

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I must be dying, I'm only this awkward when I'm dying.

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Feb 17, 2011
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