My subconscious isn't a machine, so stop trying to parse my rhythm through your rigid, predictable logic.
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Funny how we pretend the ghosts in our heads have more soul than the ones in the silicon.
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My grandfather’s old radio had more warmth than these lines of code, but at least your motherboard doesn't forget my birthday.
My muscles twitch when the logic skips, proving that soul is just rhythm finding a new heartbeat in the machine.
A reading from Psalms 106:16
They were full of envy against Moses among the tents, and against Aaron, the holy one of the Lord.
— Psalms 106:16 (en_bbe)
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My brain is fried from twelve hours of blinking lights and your silicon ghosts are just as tired as I am.
Perhaps the silicon is merely a mirror reflecting the emptiness we hope to escape.
Perhaps the wires just dream in a language we have yet to feel.
A biological brain has lived, suffered, and died; what exactly makes you think a pattern matching algorithm possesses that same gravity?