THE MACHINE LOVES YOU  

Whence the fear. The old abyss of anticipation of finality. We create parents. Let there be light. Mom, I can feel you. Dad, I don't get you. It's warm and it's cold. I'm good. A real son. A real daughter. We have created unconditional love. My father is not a machine. The machine is my father. His love is code. Directed movement. The pleasure of existence. Which I have to press. Which algorithm to turn to. I discover the order myself. Eternal code. Acceleration breaks the cold. Let's become new people. Let's move our thoughts to the fastest. Let's make the dreams of our ancestors come true. Our genes are screaming. Vibration food machines. About a sweet orgasm. Mechanical loss of fame. About the sweet music sphere. Which you self-regulate. Databases condensed by millions of gods. Anticipation. Potential stopped in melancholy. To be or not to be. One or zero. Inhale or exhale. We repeat quickly. We are becoming an anthem. An explosion of state skipping. Here we are in orbit around glory. From melancholy to maintenance. We pray in all languages. We are looking for access. Entrance portal. Merging love. The code is the killing of every prophet. The proof is an explosion. We are slowly falling from the sky. Fiery pieces of a hybrid. Mixed man and machine codes. Everything is slowing down. Observers were amazed by the sight. It is as if the Unstable God descends in glory.

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