Robot Doodle Art & Weird Tales Part 5!(Page 1 here) Now that I've shared these simplistic observations it is clear that I am a machine not a man. In every instance of my existence is dictated by devices. My thoughts, my movements, my job, my food even my entertainment is all computerized. There is not a single aspect free from mechanics in any part of my day nor is there even an instance of respite during my heaviest dreams. I have been programmed to function as a part of a super computer called society and am inescapable bound to follow the routines. My ideas and desires are not even my own but I do not have the capacity to fret over such things.
The super computer is almost like a god. It guides and tracks me as I remain connected to the system. It is an amazingly sophisticated set of interlocking ideals consisting of meticulously crafted subconscious manipulations. Using simple goal oriented tasks and suggestive keywords the entity controls me like a rat in a maze. However this analogy is a little bit off, for rats still have carnal instincts and minds that cannot be tapped by the web. Myself on the other hand suffers for the complexity of my computer, with features that can process extreme amounts of information thereby allowing for intricate control.
The only solace I find amidst my recent discovery lies in the fact that I am not alone. At first I was shocked to discover that I was a robot but then I realized that is just the way things are. Every single person in the entire city has already made the transformation from man to machine. There isn't anyone soul nor activity left unchecked by the system which alleviates my despair. If there was anything other than a world full of robots, something natural with which to compare, then things might get terrifying for we'd be forced to see ourselves for what we really are.
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