A fictional narrative of incremental cyborg-ness

It started replacing flesh when the Core ripped out the heart and crushed it. I fought it for a few months, but I grew tired.

There’s this ache in the chest, and I can only make it go away by letting the metal and the wires and the short fuses and the LED lights invade. The voice takes on a silvery tinge, and it drops three octaves. The arms and legs are pistons.

And then, as soon as it comes, it is over
my heart is
g o n e
oh god, where is my Self
there is a hole in my chest and She,
her Core
has ripped it out of me
her Core
has ripped it out of me
her Core
has ripped it out of me
her Core
has ripped it out of me
her Core
has ripped it out of me

And then the wires slither up the spine, attaching themselves to the Central Nervous System.

Zeroes and ones take control, and I feel n o t h i n g.

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