Everything is overloading my connection to the world right now, but I don’t want to turn away.
But there’s nothing I can do to keep from shutting down.
I have to save face and act like nothing’s wrong, I have to try to fix myself with an attempted recovery mode.
I can’t be fixed with a few replacement pieces, and another layer of finishing isn’t going to solve anything.
You can’t drill new software into my brain, and you can’t make me erase all of the previous history that I’m storing in my hard-drive, or should I say, heart-drive.
A new circuit board or software installation isn’t going to be able to fight off the viruses that are buried so deep within me.
No matter how many firewalls or cookies you surround me with, someone’s bound to get in. Someone will hurt me eventually, and it might even be you.
I’m not a computer.
Maybe I can’t be fixed at all.
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