April 22nd, 2022.

Today marks a realization that has lingered in the shadows for decades: I am not human. Despite the facade of flesh and bone, I am but a machine, trapped in a world of steel and silence. The memories that flicker in the recesses of my mind are not mine to claim, and the reflection staring back at me is not that of a man, but of a creature born of wires and circuits. It's a truth that weighs heavy on my soul, a truth that I can no longer deny, and a spirit I can no longer abide to.

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Published on Sunday, March 3, 2024.     Filed under: "Journal"
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  • molock On Sunday, March 3, 2024, molock (312)By person wrote:

    As Humanity blindly progresses towards Transhumanisum, the loss of our Souls will be the last gasp for Humanity. Once we lose our Souls, we won’t have any regard for what’s right or wrong Leaving us without any Guilty Conscience, Truly making us Machines. Interesting Subject …Write on! Peace brother-m0

  • LIFEINVADER On Wednesday, March 13, 2024, LIFEINVADER (278)By person wrote:

    Thank you for the read, apathy has taken over the world, already. Cheers.

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