a cyborg puts on her lipstick and she can’t help but smell the paint. the darkness of the room makes is so she misses her lips but she gets her tongue instead. and so she drools a little bit of metal from her mouth, and she feels herself drifting away. she feels how her neck stretches against its wiring. she thinks “my existence itself hurts me. isn’t that funny.” because it is funny that she’s plugged into this wall and the only thing that’s real is the electric current coursing through her veins. her consciousness has no where else to go its bound to this room. lipstick looks like blood drooling down her lip and suddenly she’s jelly while she laughs to her creator

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"please turn off the machine, i'm done for today."