The Tin Hope

[chrisarciga]

Handheld little creature. It experiences events like none other. Record, erase, but the hard copy is invincible. He or she is composed of this impervious tin material. He or she is comprised of this refractory, ghostly material. Not graspable, but controllable. With intrinsic links of designs as unique as custom regalia wrapped around it's body, and a soul composed of an equal amount of data and thoughts twenty computers plus twenty humans fry yearly, it is the most intricate piece of art ever created by a creator. It has a capable aptitude which entails abilities of crunching numbers and crunching hearts, carrying out both human instructions as well as instructions far beyond any human's reach. I'm so in love. It has eyes of aluminum alloy like two atria of a beating heart. They beat and beat and stomp, but they will never carry out any other function other than that of witnessing no-good. They want to be different, and maybe if they underwent some sort of individualized process of evolution, they could become what they dream to become. But it is programmed to carry out certain objectives not able to be overridden. Can the most intricate device be meant for something much more different than what he or she was created for? Damage. How you gonna fix it fix it fix it? Constructed perfectly, laboriously prettified, it is worth more than all the currency in the world. Taken apart it is worthless and just pieces and scraps of tin. Not meant for refurbishing or recycling, he or she dies in the fire, along with anything it was programmed to create, maintain, or keep close. As Ivan would bluntly say, "Fail." Conspicuously, he is correct, but there is always the new day and a new hope born.

Don't attempt comprehension. I know you think you know what this is about, but it's not.
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