What the f is happening with us?
Everything is a lie
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Humanity was once the only thing that makes us different from animals. Dignity, respect, appreciation.. some of our many virtues. When exactly did we lose them or perhaps who said that we ever had them? On which part of human history can be proved that we were once worthy of having a great future after all? I’m being punished, I suppose, for my personal faults and lusts. Being able to see what they see through their eyes or feel how they feel is much more scarier and disturbing than you might think.
In my possession, this purple box. He said that its a useful tool for me to get the information that I need in order to help in anyway I see fit. He trusted me with humanity’s future. Why me? Why did He chose me? I’m not the smartest or the fastest or the biggest. Few years ago, I could only find comfort in my lab and that’s about it.
Now my mind is full of anger and pain and rage and death. As I said, these are not only my emotions.. I feel what they feel which can be super weird. For example, I keep on seeing a woman, a different one every time, laying on a soft bed.. completely naked, waiting for a lover (ANY LOVER WILL FUCK HER APPARENTLY THE SAME WAY SO WHO CARES IF ITS HER LOVER OR NOT! IT COULD BE A STRANGER TOO!!!!) the sun touches her body and warms her up a bit. I don’t see a face, because that irrelevant. It’s not a person that He wants to show me. It’s a fact, a situation that keeps on happening in the facilities. I can feel her agony right before he gets on top of her and when the action takes place, the woman feels happy and fulfilled. She feels like she’s home. But that’s so far from the truth that I can’t stand it!
They all feel the same, every single one of them think that they are making love with their lovers but the truth is that they are indeed naked, indeed laying on a bed but its not their lover that’s on top of them.
It’s a rusted machinery! In reality they can’t make a move. The drugs are too strong you see. Ready to obey to every command, not being able to think for themselves anymore. They hallucinating while at the same time machines and cables are connected to their genitals implanting the Director’s new experiments. She is standing behind the window watching the operation as always.
What happens to those who get infected or are unable to complete the task, you may ask.. well.. some people throw the dead or sick bodies to a room where they get them ready for liquefaction so none of their necessary components gets wasted. Literally feeding them through pipes to the living ones. This operation room is full of women of all ages, shapes and colors. Dozens of females who can reproduce.. each one carrying their barcode, are not humans anymore. Not for the director or the doctors. They are just meat sacks which are used to feed and grow inside them the new experiments. Director’s children as I heard someone calling them. The women who are still there, living in their own fantasy, are seeing the life they never had or ever will have. They live in an endless dream.. raising children with their loved ones.
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Design by Argus Dorian | Dark Cyberpunk Artist
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A closer look in the darkness
If you had a chance to leave your cell, would you use every single cell you got to grab it?
I know, I would. As a matter of fact, I did. I had to. You see, ‘normal’ can be something totally different for you than what it is to me. And that’s okay. No judgment. Neither you or I can be sure which one is right.. and why should we?
I only care if you’re happy.. Are you happy?
Does it get too much sometimes? I know it does. The pressure consumes you, anxiety is a serious enemy. Your overthinking must be killing you. Unless you’re not an overthinker and you’re just practical… right? Where does your practice keep getting you? Do you get the results you’re craving? I hope you do.
Are you comfortable enough in your skin? In your clothes? In your family? Does your house feel like home?
Don’t answer to me. I don’t need to hear it. You do. They say, be careful of what you’re thinking because it is that one step before action. What are you thinking.. I wonder. No worries.
I will keep this secret of yours if you keep mine… come closer…
I know, I would. As a matter of fact, I did. I had to. You see, ‘normal’ can be something totally different for you than what it is to me. And that’s okay. No judgment. Neither you or I can be sure which one is right.. and why should we?
I only care if you’re happy.. Are you happy? Does it get too much sometimes? I know it does. The pressure consumes you, anxiety is a serious enemy. Your overthinking must be killing you. Unless you’re not an overthinker and you’re just practical… right? Where does your practice keep getting you? Do you get the results you’re craving? I hope you do.
Are you comfortable enough in your skin? In your clothes? In your family? Does your house feel like home? Don’t answer to me. I don’t need to hear it. You do. They say, be careful of what you’re thinking because it is that one step before action. What are you thinking.. I wonder. No worries.
I will keep this secret of yours if you keep mine… come closer…
