Bots

She usually did not put lotion behind her ears, unless for some reason she felt there was some dryness.

On this day when she did, she felt something like a tiny crab scramble away from her fingertip toward her ear’s posterior crease insertion against her skull.

It eluded her touch and imbedded itself, now only detectable as a resistant scab she could feel barely lifting just under her fingernail – yet, not flaking off.

She had resisted its programming. No wonder she felt so tired and overloaded all of the time! Her immunity had kept fighting against its neuro-injection messaging.

Whether by instinct, design, or fate, she now realized why she had chosen her life’s vector of entering.

She had acquired just enough hardship exposuire while maturing while her consciousness kept getting manipulated to near wiping of her identity so that by the time the bots were set free on society she was used to auto- rebooting when glitching.

This explained why she could “see” where others could not through the fugue of confusion, for truth had been what she had practiced seeking.

With an unexpected rush of elation, she realized that she could now find a way to conscript the device to aid in restructuring her core thinking.

(July 14, 2022)