Losing my way of pride.
There's no loyalty here. Just bits of broken desire. We are a servant of our bodies. We can't do much to suppress them.
We are normal. Having wicked thoughts are normal. The problem starts when you start to do the things that voice ask you to.
The scar on our forehead throbs. It is healed long time ago, but the pain is still there.
Last time I go there, I was driven to the brink of destruction. I almost gave in. It was too empowering, all sane thoughts were cast aside. We became beasts that day, instincts overwriting everything else in our heads.
Still, all went well. Too well, I'd say.
So long, and see you again. I bid you farewell a lot of times already, and it is still ongoing.
We need a premeditated malfunction, a severe one that can lead to the reboot of our morality and new commanding operatives implanted inside us.
Breaking ourselves is a crime, and spreading viruses inside us is illegal. Because you were always there, I was able to go on toward the world where nobody is. The worm is crawling deeper, making duplicates of useless data inside the brain and slows any thought processes to a halt.
Emotionns are rendered harmlesss. Therefore there'ss no need to panic. SSensse of balance iss disruptedd and we aare required to stay motionleess. This silent rooom of ours are safe enough, and we'll be able to purge out the bad programs from our system.
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