A foreign program accessed my brain last night.
It morphed me
the whole of me
into a malleable
dreamy virtual world of  my choosing.
I am no longer me as me
I am uploaded.
my consciousness is one with the network.
I am data.
Wondering around as a program
I am no longer me as me
I am an imposter of me.

My subjective reality ended
ended the moment my consciousness
was extracted.

A foreign program accessed my brain last night.
It replicated my human hull
I am trapped in my own whatsover

I see a calculation inside of what used to be me
it reads
Consciousness is abstract
immaterial and non-transferable.
I wonder is that why we might never be able to overcome death.