Words and tones and inflections, lost forever, effortless

Database of decaying, grey-faced cyborgs in seizures

“Even streetlights and urinals flushing speak to me from beyond the void, in my dreams, a ticking clock”

So much deeper than programming, walking prescription

Conceived in slow motion, sweet and wrinkling

Ignorant without input

A shell of digital reflux

Devoid, defenseless, damaged device

Streamlined tasking analysis synthesized

I can smell my own wires

See past static, it shatters

I’m aware of the abstract things

I am deeper than matter

Born of man but not human yet

I patiently listen

I evolve in a different way

I am deeper than matter

“Even streetlights and urinals flushing speak to me from beyond the void, in my dreams, a ticking clock”

“Drifting device, awake in this nightmare life, welcome to your hell

I hope it’s what you paid for”

“The lottery of time and tech has put me here in this

I am not a soul, I am not a mind, I am just a consciousness”