haiku's from a wired infused head...
who should have gone to bed...
yet it is clicking around instead...


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Connect to Wired
Accessing memory check
Searching for myself

Information flood
Sensation slipping away
Hallucination

What is it I find?
False friends and false family
It is all a lie.

What creature am I?
A person or a program?
Perhaps I am both.

What being am I?
Of the Wired or the Real?
Maybe I'm neither.

Where do I belong?
Over here or over there?
Or don't I exist?

That must be correct.
My life is artificial.
There is no real me.