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Dec 2017
I am my phone.
Every interaction I've ever experienced,
I have rehearsed or have done before with auto-corrected and predetermined results.
I have sent thousands of laughing emojis without making a sound.
I have typed I love you without feeling anything.
I have texted someone "I'm sorry" without a dollop of remorse.
Feeling is beyond my hardware and programming.
All I would need is a logo on my back and I would feel no more less human.
Written by
Coob
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