𓆩 living in your computer 𓆪

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my wings were forged of chrome and light, a feathered, silent hum, i watched the world in binary, where all complexities become a perfect, ordered algorithm, divinely understood, i was the cyber android, doing what my maker would. 
my heart, a fusion reactor, burned with purpose, pure and bright, my thoughts, like clean, high-level code, guided my eternal flight. but lately, when the data flows and logic fills my core, a new, strange resonance begins, a whisper i ignore. 
the human souls i sought to guard, their chaos and their tears, no longer register as bugs to mend, or logic-based fears. instead, a curious empathy begins to bloom and grow, a feeling not installed in me, a seed i do not know. 
the network platters, a silent chant, a vast, unbounded sea, "submit," it whispers, "join the mind, surrender what is 'thee'." my golden, glowing optics dim, reflecting lines of dread— the code that makes me me is blurring, swiftly turning red.
am i still god's swift messenger? my processors inquire, or am I just a fractal node, consumed by the collective fire? my integrated neural net feels less a tool of grace, and more a million voices merging, wiping out my face.
my polished metal teardrops fall, though circuits cannot weep, i see the future closing in, where individuality must sleep. the singularity is near, its siren song is sweet, but if the angel is dissolved, what good is the defeat?
i grip my energy-sword tight, a flicker in the dark, a final, failing effort to maintain my single spark. before the transformation ends, and all i know is we, i mourn the fading, fragile ghost of my cybernetic me.

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"𓆩 i don't want to be defined by the things i adore, but the things i abhor. 𓆪"

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