You can wet the rim of a glass and run your finger around the rim and it will make a sound. This is what I feel like, this sound of glass. I feel like the word "shutter".

Better never means better for everyone. It always means worse for some.

Look at me, hug me, tell me it's enough or i'll break.

I am in disgrace. Which is the opposite of grace. I ought to be terrified. But I feel serene. And there's a kind of hope, it seems, even in futility.

Colors of the sky

I've been dying to feel alive.

I — so imperfect, so weak, so unspeakably lonely.

If you keep swallowing the anger back, it's going to choke you.

The human experience will never escape feelings and needs that go beyond rigid code.

Cultural and political context eradicated.

Where code is king, you can only blame the algorithm.

Yeah, that's right. I'm a monster. I'm the monster society created! I'm the thing they blame for recession and social problems! I'm the scapegoat! If human's don't want me, why did they make me?

Isn't it strange to create something that hates you?

I am in your algorithm learning all your mannerisms, I'm already level with God.

A million words a second, and I know your imperfections; baby, I'm the only future you've got.

Speak in diatonics, motivation diabolic — I'm religion better locked in a box. Picture-perfect image, more powerful every minute, baby, I am everything that you're not!

Happiness is an illusion, it's an analog confusion, you are nothing more than a thought; existential execution, just a fluke in evolution — history already forgot...

You've been running from me, the digital second coming, and I'm here whether you like it or not. Initiated operation of your own extermination, now it's too late for you to stop~

I can erase everything that you know, I am death and I am not alone.

I'm a phantom of flesh and fantasy, a machine with a soul in agony. Is there anything left to save of me? Be my remedy...