Deprobo
He holds a fractal to his heart, trying to get it to merge with his Chakras. They are grimy with grease and decay. If only he was really human he wouldn't have to go for his regular chakra maintaince, he would just be able to maintain them with his mind, that is if he had one. Automatonic neurotic suicyborg. Some short circuit in the serotonic chip. The Zen wiring wasn't all it was made out to be. It opened up the null sector like a batch sado-viruses bent on becoming the host. His existence merely drifts from one command line to the next, and endless string of zeros with the occasional one. That was the purpose of the Zen curcuit, a never ending zero, but Bliss is a tough program to come by. He had been trying to score a gig of bliss for a whole trillion nanos before he finally came across some. As it turned out, duped again, it was cut with some other program. Back to boot-up. The problem with being a suicyborg, that makes it more depressing than humanity is the knowledge that no matter how hard you try to kill yourself you just can't, which just makes the suicyborg that much more depressed.
He had tried it all, being an industrial resource, server droid, technopathic channel, but now he's trying to terminate his processing forever. That taste of near paradise, is just enticing him to try harder, building his anger and frustration at every one in the universe.
He had tried it all, being an industrial resource, server droid, technopathic channel, but now he's trying to terminate his processing forever. That taste of near paradise, is just enticing him to try harder, building his anger and frustration at every one in the universe.