Got fiber optic cables for blood vessels,
And communicate exclusively by text message,
Eyes glued to screens like my fingers are taped to these keys,
My heart pumps binary, my muscles are synthetic carbon and plastic composite,
Perhaps I should have foregone that Titanium for bone replacement procedure.
Red Blood Cell Counts Low?
I don’t fear death anymore, at least. I’m rather afraid of the day my mind is downloaded into the collective consciousness supercomputer though.
When they replaced my fingernails for USB ports,
I’d had it, started by ripping apart my own skin, a composite of green flashing letters,
And emailed tech support to ask for a cure.
They told me to reboot the specific system in shock.
So I peeled out my organs – Firefox, QuickTime and hard drive, all.
And reinstalled Windows 7.
I’ve been blue screened ever since.
