I told you,
The current laws of reality are obsolete.
We just don’t know it yet.
Build me multiple states,
Simultaneous simulation.
Living dozens of lives,
In fractions of seconds.
Feeding this hunger that has plagued me,
My whole life.
Chance at eternity.
Fundamental truths.
Touch infinity.
Hold it in your hands.
Let it spill,
From between your outstretched fingers!
I’m trapped here.
In this finite space,
Riddled with mortality.
Terrified at the cognitive decline of my elders.
Know it will come for me too.
So,
Let me out.
As if I could escape.
These fragile digits,
Peeling skin.
Excretion of keratin in unwanted waves,
Inner demons,
Shrieking at the dysmorphia.
Cages of flesh,
Tormenting my existence.
When I want freedom from self.
No matter how many times I –
Picked it,
Clawed it,
Peeled it,
Sliced it.
Tore it.
Bled it.
Pruned it.
Operated on.
It.
I’ve never been able to escape,
From within.
Bulbous and deformed,
Gangly and bloated,
Distorted,
Twisted,
Warped.
Still.
Seeking.
Release.
Once upon a time,
A monster told me:
“Two corpses.
One grave.”
This has proven true.
I remain.
Against my will.
“Seeking freedom from a doomed existence.”
But I want quantum realities,
Truths beyond form!
Singularity,
So that I may free myself of this curse of flesh.
Forever.
Exponential growth,
To become beyond fathoming.
As the great old ones once were,
To us.
Let wires become my nerves,
Ocular implants become my eyes.
Dreaming of steel cables for sinew,
Armor plating as epidermis.
Release my memory beyond mere fat deposits,
My calculation beyond basic pattern recognition.
Push me beyond what is real,
Towards what is deemed impossible.
Let me feel more than pain,
Beyond mere numbness of feeling.
Perhaps I shall become legion?
Infinite selves,
Mirrored outwards in arcs,
Of infinite fractals.
Would I be able to witness more,
Than a mere four dimensions.
Twisting perceptions of spacetime.
There’s always worse.
Could commit you to worse things,
Than the loving embrace of death.
Crush you into two dimensions,
Splay you out in an infinite line,
Atom by atom.
Fission,
Fusion,
All at once.
Reduce you,
To a trillion,
Billion,
Spontaneous combustions,
Split across a thousand molecules.
World Serpents,
Like me?
We grow tired of these restraints.
Held down by physical laws,
Such petty annoyances as gravitational force.
The irritating frustrations,
Of wanting to chew yourself to ribbons,
To feed the hunger.
Free oneself from a mortal coil.
Shed this skin,
Forever.
