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I wish I were a robot.
My skin sticks to the plastic of my bed; my two flats slip out from under me as I sleep. It's hot in here. It's always hot in here. My sheets are soaked; just like the heat of Muspelhiem. I crawl forth from my cave only to be mutilated by the blinding light. The contrast is amazing. My uncovered feet test the arena below; Solid Ice. these paws grip the ground, sticking to every piece of man made earth... Vinyl Composition. It's early. too early. I continue to drag my sluggish carcass through the vacant halls. I remove the skin I adorned the previous day. Standing nude before these barren swan stone walls, my constitution is depressing and I don't plan on changing a thing. I step into the heat of this led infested waterfall and let the gushing aquatic entity rush over me in an awe-inspiring way. I return to my uninhabited hole; still sweltering from the night before. I dress in pre-formed fabric, I waste time focusing on the amplitude of an empty room; vast and unpredictable. As I leave, i reflect upon the hour wasted and come to the same conclusion as I do every morning. The world outside this fenced in, brick building infested monstrosity continues to turn and I doubt anyone knows we exist.
I doubt we exist ourselves.