Darkover
Archangel
- Jul 29, 2021
- 5,570
enslaved in a machine without the ability to change the machine you are destined to breakdown decay and die, being trapped inside a machine you cannot change is one of the most profound forms of helplessness, no matter what you do, you're fighting a losing battle there's no hope of a better future when every choice leads to the same outcome death
you are a thing with no protection from the environment at any moment injury can occur without the ability to repair that's the real cruelty of it all then a defective machine has to survive in a hostile environment even though it has been damaged and can't do what it's supposed to and now you are left with a broken machine that suffers needlessly without an end in sight just trapped in a machine that tortures you endlessly day after day trapped in a failing machine that you can't escape and can't repair.
I can't help but think this is all pointless because of this machine I am enslaved in with all it's flawed systems and design
if I was to live I wouldn't be trapped in helpless fragile machine
this machine I inherited from my parents let me down to easily broken
something as simple as listening to music can cause irreversible brain damage to these machines
I was born into a machine I didn't choose. A body I had no control over. It came with flaws right from the start — fragile, poorly built, prone to failure. And now I'm the one paying for it.
This body can't take much. It breaks easily. I've dislocated my shoulder more times than I can count. I've lived with untreated problems because no one cared enough to help, and now the damage is permanent. Even something as simple as music — something people turn to for comfort — caused brain damage I can't undo. I live with the consequences of that every day.
And there's no fixing it. There's no upgrade, no reset. Just being stuck inside this machine that can't heal itself properly and only gets worse with time.
The world doesn't stop for you, though. It expects you to keep going, to work, to be functional — even when everything inside is breaking. You're punished for slowing down, for not being able to keep up. But how are you supposed to keep going when the only tool you've been given — your body — barely works?
There's no real protection, either. Injury, illness, damage — they can happen anytime, and there's no built-in defense. You're just exposed to everything, and if something goes wrong, you're left to deal with it. No backup. No safety net.
I didn't choose to be in this position. I didn't ask to be conscious inside a failing system. But here I am — forced to keep going, even though every part of me is telling me I can't.
This isn't just suffering. It's being trapped in something that doesn't work and knowing there's no way out. That's the helplessness of it — being made responsible for survival with no tools, no support, and no control.
you are a thing with no protection from the environment at any moment injury can occur without the ability to repair that's the real cruelty of it all then a defective machine has to survive in a hostile environment even though it has been damaged and can't do what it's supposed to and now you are left with a broken machine that suffers needlessly without an end in sight just trapped in a machine that tortures you endlessly day after day trapped in a failing machine that you can't escape and can't repair.
I can't help but think this is all pointless because of this machine I am enslaved in with all it's flawed systems and design
if I was to live I wouldn't be trapped in helpless fragile machine
this machine I inherited from my parents let me down to easily broken
something as simple as listening to music can cause irreversible brain damage to these machines
I was born into a machine I didn't choose. A body I had no control over. It came with flaws right from the start — fragile, poorly built, prone to failure. And now I'm the one paying for it.
This body can't take much. It breaks easily. I've dislocated my shoulder more times than I can count. I've lived with untreated problems because no one cared enough to help, and now the damage is permanent. Even something as simple as music — something people turn to for comfort — caused brain damage I can't undo. I live with the consequences of that every day.
And there's no fixing it. There's no upgrade, no reset. Just being stuck inside this machine that can't heal itself properly and only gets worse with time.
The world doesn't stop for you, though. It expects you to keep going, to work, to be functional — even when everything inside is breaking. You're punished for slowing down, for not being able to keep up. But how are you supposed to keep going when the only tool you've been given — your body — barely works?
There's no real protection, either. Injury, illness, damage — they can happen anytime, and there's no built-in defense. You're just exposed to everything, and if something goes wrong, you're left to deal with it. No backup. No safety net.
I didn't choose to be in this position. I didn't ask to be conscious inside a failing system. But here I am — forced to keep going, even though every part of me is telling me I can't.
This isn't just suffering. It's being trapped in something that doesn't work and knowing there's no way out. That's the helplessness of it — being made responsible for survival with no tools, no support, and no control.
