Some kind of Android...
Why do I continue to press on? Why does my heart continue to beat and my blood continue to flow through these annihilated veins?
The answer: I am not human.
I am a science experiment of some kind. A machine programmed to be terrified of nothing short of himself. A machine whose influx of chemicals reaches toxic states and yet continues to live.
I am programmed to feel and hate that I do so. That has to be the answer.
Or
Perhaps...
...the experiment is to test the effects that failing to destroy oneself has on the human psyche. The people who were hired to play the people who love me in this elaborate experiment have been waiting for the "We're sorry to inform you," phone call since my early teens. At 33 years old it still hasn't come.
In a way I'm like a healer; a spiritual guide of sorts. Through contact with me, people see what they need to fix, what they don't want, and how good they actually have it.
I'm not only an acciental Buddhist. I'm an ignorant Messiah as well.
If only they knew I was a robot.
The answer: I am not human.
I am a science experiment of some kind. A machine programmed to be terrified of nothing short of himself. A machine whose influx of chemicals reaches toxic states and yet continues to live.
I am programmed to feel and hate that I do so. That has to be the answer.
Or
Perhaps...
...the experiment is to test the effects that failing to destroy oneself has on the human psyche. The people who were hired to play the people who love me in this elaborate experiment have been waiting for the "We're sorry to inform you," phone call since my early teens. At 33 years old it still hasn't come.
In a way I'm like a healer; a spiritual guide of sorts. Through contact with me, people see what they need to fix, what they don't want, and how good they actually have it.
I'm not only an acciental Buddhist. I'm an ignorant Messiah as well.
If only they knew I was a robot.