Off

"Is there a way to shut it down?"

"Surely a way to keep it within limitation."

Gilbert's eyes search my profile; nose, stubborn chin, pair of hands holding several hanging wires; my twin squirms a set of skinned worms.

"I didn't think possible for it to run until collaborated."

"I didn't think possible for it to work at all.

Realization of a machine is every man and woman's demise.

The underworld is a strange dwelling; dependency of unspoken words fails us all, tears continue to fall. Still waiting for the credit; images of man appear as bar codes. Humans live amongst the chaos; pessimistic presumption replaces sickness for disease.

We examine the coils; these sliced at once will be the end.

The universe slowly unravels into nothingness; can we survive our own misunderstandings?

"We will be beyond disappointed and in dismay; this machine we will come to believe is what we rely upon to prove every notion of tyranny to be self defeat."

"We will be defeated as well. We will lose everything dear to us and we will find enemies worse than heartless machines."

"People will become machines."

"People will be replaced by machines."

"This is not at all what we desire."

"That's the way it will be."

"I do not know what will happen."

"Neither do I; this will determine whether or not."

I walk this projection, remnants of an actual life; sorrow is what I discover. I cannot foretell an end; refusal to see each other's pain must surely be it.