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hiperkarma
so
lonely
.
060212
...
three words
i_should_go_to_bed
chores
r0b0t
060725
...
8FtSpider
I
am
a
mechanism
built
to
last
with
no
purpose
no
point
to
my
existence
but
to
exist
I
take
up
space
but
have
no
place
a
flesh
and
blood
machine
programmed
to
consume
designed
to
prefer
neutrality
conflict
resolution
never
being
my
speciality
defined
by
the
lack
of
my
humanity
I
don't
know
where
it
went
or
when
it
left
or
why
no
one
else
seems
to
notice
that
we
are
no
longer
free
free
to
think
free
to
move
free
to
be
what
we
thought
we
were
instead
we
choose
between
what's
bad
and
what's
worse
anything
to
free
ourselves
from
the
curse
that
is
life
and
death
but
machines
don't
die
they
simply
outgrow
their
usefulness
and
when
they
point
to
my
existence
they'll
say
, "
he
was
a
man
"
but
wrong
will
they
be
inside
this
cold
steel
heart
there
is
no
room
for
humanity
in
the
rat
race
there
is
no
time
for
pity
a
machine
that
bleeds
feels
at
home
in
the
city
with
the
fith
and
the
flies
and
the
pretty
white
lies
and
the
rich
and
the
poor
always
banging
on
the
door
that
seperates
myself
from
the
place
I
don't
let
others
reach
trying
and
prying
crying
and
lying
and
doing
everything
in
there
power
to
weaken
and
weather
me
I
hardened
my
heart
and
that
was
the
start
and
now
I
am
a
thing
of
steel
and
electricity
060725
...
three words
i_feel_like
they_call_me
r0b0t
101226
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from
