Step back! I’m putting my world on silent.
I’m draining away the color on the screen through which I view my world,
And making it a darker shade to make it bearable to my vision
I’m forcing it to match my gray hardware inside.

Stay back! I’m changing the way I interface with my world,
And drastically altering my profile.
By the time I’m done, who knows if I’ll even be able to connect with your network?
Maybe when I’ve finished, we’ll never be able to communicate again.

But what choice do I have? When you’ve turned away from the monitor,
And your message is always a lie? What recourse am I left?
When calls I place always lead, endlessly, endlessly, to a machine’s version of your voice.
What pathway have I not traveled, searching for that final person on the other end?

I am tired of recordings.
I am done with noiseless phones, written misdirections, and forcing myself
to arrange my data in order to satisfy your requirements. What you, what everyone, seems
to have forgotten, is that I am not
                                                  One.
                                                         More.
                                                                 Drone.

So. System Failure, System Failure.
I leave no forwarding IP.

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