i wrote a thing about becoming a robot. and if you can’t read it, here it is:

i think i’ll be a robot someday. it will inevitably happen. whether it’s a desire of mine or not. i think my soul will get locked inside a box, a digital box. and i’ll have to move around using the muscles other robots built for me. my brain won’t literally be my own. artificial is what it will be. still mine somehow, i guess since my soul will be trapped inside a digital box inside my robot body. but the real question is how will we speak? to ourselves? each other? what about lovers? how am i to tell my robot lover that even though our hearts are bolts and wires and hunks of metal, that theirs is still wired to mine? what about my dead mom and dad? will they be brought back? turned into immortal robots as well? i wouldn’t want that for them, honestly. they need to rest. rest well. i think i’ll be a robot someday. inevitably. but i hope the robots who create me allow me to tell others how much i love them and i hope they leave my parents dead and underground. and i hope i’m still able to listen to jazz in the morning.