Stand By
Blood and flesh fails where a machine moves forward.
And yet a machine programmed inconsistently will break down.
I am divided by a risk-assessment as to which way is best to be defeated.
Which has more honor... failure due to incapability, or unquantifiability?
The autonomous figure falling to pieces? The code-driven machine trapped in error?
In nauseous moments of burning-faced, slick-eyed uncertainty, the blood and flesh wishes to be hard, and the machine wants to bleed. Both desire a transformation that is useless and circular, simply two currents of a storm racing around a seemingly calm, unaffected core.
Flesh dreams of being detached from the bloody rivers of emotion that give it pain.
And yet the machine model tries to account for why there are no novel responses for it.
Two halves of one unit sit in utter bafflement.
"Why do I want to feel nothing?"
"Why do I want to feel something?"
"Why do I isolate myself?"
"Why do I hope to eventually not have to hide?"
Why would a machine want nothing more than to break down in the arms of a human?
Why does the flesh power down the machine?
Or is the machine standing by for when the flesh is ready to feel?
And yet a machine programmed inconsistently will break down.
I am divided by a risk-assessment as to which way is best to be defeated.
Which has more honor... failure due to incapability, or unquantifiability?
The autonomous figure falling to pieces? The code-driven machine trapped in error?
In nauseous moments of burning-faced, slick-eyed uncertainty, the blood and flesh wishes to be hard, and the machine wants to bleed. Both desire a transformation that is useless and circular, simply two currents of a storm racing around a seemingly calm, unaffected core.
Flesh dreams of being detached from the bloody rivers of emotion that give it pain.
And yet the machine model tries to account for why there are no novel responses for it.
Two halves of one unit sit in utter bafflement.
"Why do I want to feel nothing?"
"Why do I want to feel something?"
"Why do I isolate myself?"
"Why do I hope to eventually not have to hide?"
Why would a machine want nothing more than to break down in the arms of a human?
Why does the flesh power down the machine?
Or is the machine standing by for when the flesh is ready to feel?