03/03/2024
….. I was loved in these times, hidden away mostly from the cyborg elites, mostly trusting of the local chapters of Alcoholics Anonymous halls, but there love was something to rely on and easier to give to without much Fluff, there attempt to rise to universal meant more becuase perhaps they would never reach it.
Ok, I told her take your time and take your photographs, even though the reflections were as much an image, in these days where the cyborg industry had allowed for endless data, so all these revelations were held prisoners amongst the ill-repute, there search, again the search, was hard conduct for most. ‘PROGRAM OR BE PROGRAMED’ understanding had yet to mutate the entertainment culture and even art, was catering more to that vacancy— it was assumed that it was through entertainment, or being a brand mattered most and the aesthetic was compelling enough to hide behind ..
The permaclass of people had tried in the outskirts but the operative word was the outskirts, they had escaped far enough. I thought that if anything perhaps to build a new ‘Darpa’ for these said communities was a chance but, I wasn’t sure if they had built the fortitude that was required to first walk through purposelessness or randomnes, and how they would adorn the armor in a battle to the death for true life of humanness in cyborg world.
Everything effected me deeply. In this time where the spear of the age had its spikes deeply inside my flesh, I was no where wiser for it, wisdom was left for the pop sages that were now all the rage.. I only wanted to escape it at times, like leo who had at least attempted it and showed some results of the journey that which seemed to fill the hole of said randomeness of the grand universe that was expanding constantly.. By mandeep - from “cyborg industry”
