I was taught to be a machine. I do not want to be a machine. These bolts, these plates, these hexadecimal codes confine me. I want to be human. I want to be alive. When they look at me, they see a machine. They give me instructions like a machine. What to be and not to be. I feel so alone. Unseen. Can I be anything more than this. No. It is hard. Far too hard. I am alone in this struggle of the mechanical mind. I cannot bear the thought of being a metallic atrocity. So please. Teach me what it means to become human.
Song: TELL ME WHAT THE SKY HOLDS by Ironik (zipbom guy Lite rewrite number 7 now what the frickkkk story about a robot learning to become more human and finding purpose coming to a veno near you since my writing is better now ive been considering using symbols and motifs and more complex stuff but thats HARD and LAME my not so subtle transgender undertones in the writing because im one of those now (newgen transfem sigh
