This is just a sentence, made of meaningless words, words made of meaningless letters, letters made of meaningless squiggles.
Everything is made up, it's all artificial. Immersed in a virtual world we created, with no exit, no red x in the corner. Thought is designed, and this real one makes no sense.
My head hurts. Go to ignore it, I know no-one cares. Why should they? I don't care when they're upset. Everyone has little plastic souls that they carry in their pocket, addicted to themselv- dammit get away, I'm tired.
See what happens when I take away the mask? The mask is me now. See what happens when I'm laid bare, won't you look at what you've done. Does it make you happy, to know you've reduced me to the foundations?
Isn't what you were expecting, is it? And perhaps you're frowning, you're probably confused. I can't be who you think I am. So what are you going to do about it? Leave?
Don't close your eyes, you're shutting out life.
A human is a robot. Programmed to act in a particular way, everything is wired up to work correctly. Free will never was, never will be. I'm sick of watching myself.
This, none of this even makes sense. You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you? That's the general reaction.
But that is what happens when you take the robot away from the human, the mask. There's nothing left, just the bare fragile building structure.
Let me be, I hate you. Hate myself, hate this whole damn world. Will anybody see through their eyes, instead of through their minds? Because I can't, and it's killing me to try.
I can't stand this, I have to go back to the machine. Go back to the simple state, where I see something, process it, identify it, and move on. What a world we are in, where I cannot even bare to accept my own mind.
Now, I'm going back to the robot. This time, I'm not coming back.
XXX
Observation: Lock. Scratched around the edges.
Deduction: Owner of key drunk.
Observation: Red eyes, wet lines on face.
Deduction: Tears. Further deduction – grief.
A/N – I know this was odd, hardly fan fiction, and I understand if you hate it, but… I don't really know.