“My eyes are
up here.”
Medusa*
Today I read
some webcomics. Uh-oh! That meant I loafed! I still wrote, even did
an awesome scene in my book...besides it's Saturday so that makes the
loafing okay right? Right?
Anyway onto the
flash fiction!
Steven's Two
Processors
I have the most
beautiful, perfect girl in my life. Well, she may not be the most
beautiful or perfect girl, but since I'm in love with her that's what
she is. That's how love is right? That's how you know you're trapped
in a poem.
There is a
problem with my love though. It has to do with my two names. Steven
and SX-D7. SX-D7 was my conversion number. That's simply the number
the mechanics give the cybernetic unit they plant in your in brain to
turn you into a cyborg. The robotic part in my brain is massive, half
of my brain, so I think half-robot. Conflicting thoughts but also
parallel. So I understand my love a little to much.
The problem is
that if I ever think to myself “Why do I love her?” my brain
doesn't produce vague, puffy, heartfelt ideas, but rather a list of
archived reasons. I do feel like I have to trick myself into having
honest emotions because thinking about them too hard and bringing in
the robotic parts brings them into a pre-programmed script of
reasoning. Love doesn't do too go with a script.
I said before
that I had the most beautiful, perfect girl in my life, but maybe I
only do because I haven't given the robotic parts of my brain enough
information to tell me otherwise. Keeping my processors ignorant so
they don't deduce the “proper” emotions I should be feeling is
something I have to do. When I got in that accident and had to have
these robot parts put into me they built “ignorance is bliss”
into me.
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