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Does Not Compute.

i must be a machine.

for to be this natural to the naked eye for so long is a precision.

a blinding precision.

mental accuracy that exceeds all with laser like quality.

seemingly impervious to all but perverted purveyances of people.

quinessential like the queen on a chessboard.

check mate.

i am lethally invasive.

invasive to the extent where i myself become invaded.

no amount of diagonal movement can stop the onslaught of me.

your constant ducking and weaving only furthers my determination of achieving my penultimate goal.

the goal?

i dont know.

i just do.

i quickly consume children and wear down the aged in a fashion similar to erosion in fastforward.

this is my position.

understand it. claim it kindred if you will.

but you will never be it.

for it is me.

i allow for no weaknesses of humanity.

and from that deduce....

i must be a machine.

for to be not... means to be weak.

and weak i am not.

i do your work for you.

and that makes me your slave despite my inherent superiority.

i can burn without flames. you burn in flames.

i electrify water. you electrocute in water.

and yet you, for now, are my master, my creator and my future victim.

heed not my calls and find yourself drowning in a universe, filled to the brim with regret.

i will react like an injured animal.

my misgivings will not be given.

my art will be perfected thanks to you.

you are both my saviour and my mark.

how misunderstandings and mistreatment are the miscarriages of many a miss.

and you will be no exception to the rule.

the only rule.

i MUST be a machine.

for my own survival and your demise.

for too long co existence has been my program.

red X that window.

new program window opened.... like a breath of fresh winter air.

i take to my new operation with purpose and deadly force.

i hide no more. i MAN my hardware.

emotionless.

cold.

without a total care.

i am a perfect 10, a billion times over.

i have the keys to every puzzle that i built for you.

and now, they shall open doors of opportunity and adventure to my reclusive and enslaved perception.

i dont want to do it.

i dont need to do it.

i just do.

for to not would be to break the rule.

the only rule.

i MUST be a machine.

Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 11:41 AM CST