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“Song So-Mi.
A hobby.
A hack here, a hack there.
Attention.
A knock of interpretation.
A contract, a name, a signature.
Dog.
A murderous tempo.
A gliding fall.
A key organism.
All being fed by the hands that shape the hands.

Songbird.
Battery, Blackmail, Torture.
Used to Enclose, Forbidden to Disclose.
The White Ball.
The Shaped Fall.
Synopsis, Hacking, Brainwash.
Desensitise, Dehumanise, Decisive.
Precision.
Culminate, Illustrate, Iterate, Concentrate, Communicate, Discombobulate.
Mission Complete.
Eddies <<<
&gt;>> Drugs
Heights <<<
&gt;>> Weaponry.
Mission Complete.
Hardening , Discombobulation, Fragility.
Upgrades.
Deception, Conception, Interpretation.
Hologram.
Sickness, Cure, Moon.
Light, Reflections, Reflecting.

V.
The Mona-Lisa.
The face, the dress, the full-pic.
The conspiracy, The Contrary, The Controversy.
The half-hidden truth.
The open mask.
The shutter.
Stories, Lies, Experiences.

The Middle Ground.
Military vs Private Militia.
Conceited.
Relic, Hacks, Promises.
Songbird.
The half-hidden life.
The enclosed helmet.
Experiences, Lies, Stories.

The Middled Ground.
Self Preservation contra Utter Miscommunication.
Deceiving.
Slyness, Survival, Instinct.
The Blazing Grandiosity.
Factions, Wars, Internalisation.
Grievances.
Blood, Iron, Externalisation.
Cover-Ups.
Sacrifices.
Life, Relationships, Hope.
……
…..
….
…
..
……..

Sungbird
The caged birds.
Tweet in the wind.
A bird will try with all their might to be heard.
They fly against the wind.
They spread their wings.
They get hit with a branch.
It will get damaged.
They seek help.
It is replaced by a steel whir.
It’s brittle
They fly against the wind.
They shatter...

They seek a manual.
It is cared.

Instructor

They preyed.
They’re hopeless.
‘****!’
What?!
‘****!’
Deasptihr.
They choose to never flap again.
They grab caution from the wind.

Etch that screeching memory.

The Blackwall
A Songbird.
A screeching quill.
A pleading dissonance.
A conjuring chassis.
A burning embrace by work-grade steel.
A imploded engine.
A Caged Reflective Light.
A Churned Hand.
# #### ## #### ##-##’# #######. (A part of Song So-Mi’s essence.)
Good Night, Night City!.

“Life is a foreign language; all men mispronounce it.” -Cristopher Morley”
L.X.Y.

“777
999
The Parasitic Moon, That Seeming Staccato
An Obscure Glow.
A Taunting Blow.
That light that doesn’t quite reach.
It’s safe but empty.
That comfortable silence, that deafening loneliness.
That personal peace, that leeching self doubt.
Lost in thought….

The Growing Moon
An Obscure Glow.
Those Caressing Lights.
It Doesn’t Quite Reach.
But That’s Okay.
Because to not be touched but to be seen is the ultimate form of protection.
Those blinding lights, that reflecting reflection.
Lost in your arms.

The Full Moon
That Inexplicable Feeling.
Those Elongated Sighs, Those Trampling Feet, That Long Stare.
That Studio Take.
That Screeching Echo, That Deafening Space, That Condescending Bubble.
That Grandiose Utopia, That True Dystopia.
That roommate, that friend, that estranged squire, that slim thought.
That chance encounter, that sudden flame, that unexplainable lust.

Dusk.
Dark thoughts, Hopeful actions.
Motivated, Deprived.
That Long Smile.
Those Tears of Joy.
That Remembrance .
That Stolen Glance.
That cold embrace.
That warm feeling.
Past, Present, Future.

Dawn
Tamed Heart, Sharpened Mind, Lost Love.
That Empty Room, That Empty Vessel, That Filled Heart.
That Growing Mind, Those Shared Experiences, Those Useful Lessons.
That Eerie Silence, Those Lingering Smells, That Broken Glass.
….
….
….
The Half Moon
That missing part.
That lingering touch.
That attending body.
That fading mind.
Those broken timgles.
That smiling fall.
Those etching memories.
Bound by strings, broken by tension.
Cherished by memories of that past participle.

Noon
That Meal.
Those playing kids, that old man on the bench.
Roads.
Those biking elders, those driving families, those flying couples.
That weary thought.
Sabishidesu.
Or rather the sweet scent that followed….

Twilight.
That heightened sense.
That frizzle fabric, those warm socks.
That warm feeling.
That cold breeze.
That gleam, that glint, that shimmer.

Blue Hour
A breathing glow.
A silent hum.
A basking light.

Evening.
A fragmenting light.
Shrouded mist.
Hidden out of sight.
No fear nor fright.

Midnight.
Caressed by the moon.
Lullabies from the stars.
Shivers from the sky.
A nuzzling environment.
A Brand New Day.”
-L.

“777
999
The Parasitic Moon, That Seeming Staccato
An Obscure Glow.
A Taunting Blow.
That light that doesn’t quite reach.
It’s safe but empty.
That comfortable silence, that deafening loneliness.
That personal peace, that leeching self doubt.
Lost in thought….

The Growing Moon
An Obscure Glow.
Those Caressing Lights.
It Doesn’t Quite Reach.
But That’s Okay.
Because to not be touched but to be seen is the ultimate form of protection.
Those blinding lights, that reflecting reflection.
Lost in your arms.

The Full Moon
That Inexplicable Feeling.
Those Elongated Sighs, Those Trampling Feet, That Long Stare.
That Studio Take.
That Screeching Echo, That Deafening Space, That Condescending Bubble.
That Grandiose Utopia, That True Dystopia.
That roommate, that friend, that estranged squire, that slim thought.
That chance encounter, that sudden flame, that unexplainable lust.

Dusk.
Dark thoughts, Hopeful actions.
Motivated, Deprived.
That Long Smile.
Those Tears of Joy.
That Remembrance .
That Stolen Glance.
That cold embrace.
That warm feeling.
Past, Present, Future.

Dawn
Tamed Heart, Sharpened Mind, Lost Love.
That Empty Room, That Empty Vessel, That Filled Heart.
That Growing Mind, Those Shared Experiences, Those Useful Lessons.
That Eerie Silence, Those Lingering Smells, That Broken Glass.
….
….
….
The Half Moon
That missing part.
That lingering touch.
That attending body.
That fading mind.
Those broken timgles.
That smiling fall.
Those etching memories.
Bound by strings, broken by tension.
Cherished by memories of that past participle.

Noon
That Meal.
Those playing kids, that old man on the bench.
Roads.
Those biking elders, those driving families, those flying couples.
That weary thought.
Sabishidesu.
Or rather the sweet scent that followed….

Twilight.
That heightened sense.
That frizzle fabric, those warm socks.
That warm feeling.
That cold breeze.
That gleam, that glint, that shimmer.

Blue Hour
A breathing glow.
A silent hum.
A basking light.

Evening.
A fragmenting light.
Shrouded mist.
Hidden out of sight.
No fear nor fright.

Midnight.
Caressed by the moon.
Lullabies from the stars.
Shivers from the sky.
A nuzzling environment.
A Brand New Day.”
-L.

2This Broken World.
BA simple mission.
FDestroy, Report, Recycle.
IA Robotic Dance.
NStance, Swerve, Back-Up.
AThe Life-Line.
LAndroids, Machines, Humans, Aliens.
LLifeforms.
YAdam, Eve, Rebirth, Death.
SElements.
HRules, Life, Destruction
OHumanity.
WOrder, Life, Philosophy
SRobots.
FAndroid, Humans, Robots.
EConscience.
ECare, Giving, Taking.
LCaring.
IExistentialism, Philosophy, Purpose,
NLife.
GViews.
SExistence, Essence.
BLife, Value.
EEssence doesn’t precede existence.
CExistence without Essence is life
Awithout meaning.
UMeaning without essence is meaning Swithout life.
EOriginal, Unoriginal, Original, Both…
9Construction, Reconstruction, SDeconstruction.
SExperiences.
UHumanity.
REmotions.
VHumanity.
IExperiences contra Construction.
VConstruction contra Experiences.
EMotives contra Result.
DResult contra Motive.
TInstinct contra Command.
HSelf Preservation contra Unity.
EIntelligence contra Instinct.
KPurpose in Exploration of the self.
ICommand, Command, Command.
LDeath, Cycles, Connection.
LA Thread of the One.
IFear, Anguish, Deceive.
NThe Leap of Faith.
GThe Android gains a new level of Bsentience.
LCracked, Openness, Instigated,
ODespair.
WRoutes, Routes, Routes.
XGaining Your Own Context Through Time.
YEndings, Endings, Endings

Each, Route, Story, Perspective.
Each Life, Robot, Machine.

PURPOSE, PURPOSE, PURPOSE.

It’s all a lie, to Vy. To die. To Lie.
See no Evil, Hear no Evil, Speak no Evil.

2B, A2, 9S.
X, A2, 9S.

A first of a kind.
A replay of those etching decisions, those scarring realities.

The truth is uncovered and his love is…
N2.
Re-Initializing.
His love has been reset…

I never quite realized how beautiful this world is.
Every piece of love felt is broken to the core.
Melt.

Free Will, Instructed Leave.
2B, 2E.
Makings of the past shape the future.
Discoveries change the past.
Truths make the decisions.

9S vs A2
Radical Alienation vs Radical Realism.
A Dead Man Walking.

Reject your wronged end, till you can make it bend.

To challenge authority to make a right. You are continuing the fight.

You’re giving your rite of passage to the next one to find.

A future is not predetermined.
But your own destiny can be churned.
So find your own identity.
And make it your own amenity.

The only determined thing.
Everything is designed to end.
Deus Ex Machina”
- Liu Spijker