They speak to me, I hear them, whispering away into my ear.

She says they cannot talk, that they have no voice.

But she is a liar, she told me so herself.


They have no gender, they have no pronouns, they are they and they are beautiful.

They have no feminine curves or masculine abs.

They have no eyes or ears, hands or feet.

They cannot move.

They cannot see.

They cannot hear.

They cannot do so many things and they do not have the body parts I have, they look nothing like me.

They are not strictly human.

They are not strictly in-human.

They have no mouth, yet they speak so much in a never ending flow of interconnecting words in different voices.

They are many, they are one, they have no mouth, yet they speak, they are not entirely human any more,

Yet they are my best friend.


'The Weighted Companion Cube does speak...

...I'm not hallucinating. You are.'