Robophobe

I am but a cyborg. Machines and wires impaled into my skin, manufactured liquid the center of my world. I am but an engine that continues to run. Burnt and broken, my motor long overdue from Neanderthal use. Deterioration. Starvation. Physical preservation. Now, the sheet metal collects in dirty scraps along the corners of this very room. My husk of synthetic flesh will expire and descend to Hiraeth. I will melt there in the boiler room and become the new engines that run our tomorrows, and I am empty.



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Writer(s): Satori Maaske
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