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No earnings,
no badges of sweat,
proudly framing your years
your works
all gone into the aether
all becoming
a number divided by
zero.
no badges of sweat,
proudly framing your years
your works
all gone into the aether
all becoming
a number divided by
zero.
Literature
Robot Run Away
Robot Run Away
It hurts my legs burn from the running. My lungs are barley getting any air. At this rate they will catch me and kill me. I don’t want to die. I look around for a place to hide. An alley with a dumpster. Its something.
I slip into the alley and move the dumpster just enough for me to hide behind it. A couple minutes later I hear them run by, yelling at each other that they need to catch me.
This is their fault. They created me an AI that helps people. I was given to someone as their personal AI, I did what I was told I followed orders, but something happened. over time the fake heart I had became real. I grew fond of the
Literature
Neurological Annihilation
when overload comes, it is the tar
it is a black that coats and annihilates everything clean
it rips off the skin revealing the bloodied tissue beneath
every adipose cell
every muscle fibre
every shred of sanity is vulnerable to cackling callousness and rage
the sound a current which carries all joy and tranquility away
leaving only sorrow, exhaustion and a humble prayer that this end soon
before my limbs, immersed in this cloying dank depression and fever, follow their master - the tar - and cut off their connection to the searing nerve fibres that animate their digits.
one action and it all stops
but that action means there will never be.
Literature
Yogurt Existentialism
Life is like Greek yogurts. You know, like those passion fruit ones.
The concept of it is so beautiful and tasty and simply scrumptious that you can’t wait to peel back its foil lid and dig into its contents. But then, all your dreams, hopes, and aspirations are crushed into a ball just like that foil lid because all you see is a thick, white substance with translucent liquid floating atop of it; there’s no passion fruit nor seeds anywhere to be found.
Alas, once you get a spoon and get right down to the bottom of its unappetising exterior, you pull everything from the bottom upwards and get to see all its gooey, yellow
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yep. there it all goes.