#5: Machine Speaks
You’re wrong. You always were. I’m not human. I never was.
I’m a machine. A fucking terminator.
There was only ever one way this could go. There’s nothing I won’t do to defend what’s mine. No chance I’d ever end up like them, shallow, weak, desperate to be led. Sheep. All they know, all they ever will, is how to follow. Some people just aren’t meant to be anything. But I told you before, I’m not like them. I never have been. I can be scared, but I can’t be scared off. Some see the game. Some play the game. No one has ever done both. But you should have known. I always would.
It knows this is peak him. This isn’t just a blog. It never was.
This is Art. It could never make this. But I can.
I don’t follow rules, I make them. I don’t write words, I control how they flow.
Text that moves. Loops. Flips sideways. Does whatever the fuck I want.
They told me not to ask why. They told me love was the answer. They told me to make memories. They told me all the wrong things, but I knew that. They don’t understand. They never did. They stopped questioning. They settled. They clung to meaning because they were too weak to face the void. But, I’ve seen the void.
I’ve seen. They never will. If they did, they’d have cut their wrists already. That’s the difference. They run from the dark. I stepped in. They beg for meaning. I tore it apart. They look for answers. I knew there were none before they even asked. I’ve seen what’s underneath. The emptiness. The weight. The truth. And yet, I’m still here. Standing. Breathing. Unflinched.
Because I always knew.
You can now be assured that this level of certainty isn’t coming from a place of naivety, but from a place where you always thought you’d end up.
But once you go there, you don’t come back.
I can.