if i could just empty out all of my insides, hollow myself out, polish my outsides... fill myself up with self-sustaining energy and wires and cogs and all those shiny, beeping things. children are our future? so is technology.
my brain is fine. intelligent, even, if i may be so arrogant to say so. my hands? fine tools of precision. very proud of them.
but my torso shames me. every function it is assigned to it fails miserably at. it is a weak, miserable wretch of a thing that my body is whipping at, forcing to keep going, going, going, until it collapses and I fall with it.
i want to be a cyborg. that is my lifelong dream.
because with technology? you can choose when it goes to sleep.
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