Darkover
Archangel
- Jul 29, 2021
- 5,240
This an extremely unpleasant place to be alive
to be enslaved inside an awful machine that
you have little to no control over the mental or physical power
that you inherited from your parents has the power and influence over your life choices
if your born a defective machine without the mental capability to look after yourself then
your fucked dependent on society for what little it gives you and to take care of you,
this is an awful situation to be in if you are unable to work or produce anything of value then
your stuck in that situation for the rest of your lifetime here
our lack of physical power to take apart the machine you are to improve on it's design and
repair yourself is what lets everything else down susceptible to injury without any to repair or improve on the machine you are
there's no real freedom here. You can't rip it all apart and rebuild yourself from the ground up
the machine is broken and you're not given the parts or instruction manual to fix it. and worst of all?
you're aware of it. you see how messed up it is. that awareness just adds another layer of pain.
it's knowing you're broken, knowing the machine is flawed, and knowing you can't fix it.
Malfunctioning Machine
My life is like being locked in a malfunctioning machine—
one I didn't build, didn't want, and can't fix.
This is an extremely unpleasant place to be alive,
enslaved inside an awful machine
with little to no control.
The mental and physical power I inherited
—flaws passed down from my parents—
rule over my choices.
If you're born defective,
without the capacity to care for yourself,
you're fucked.
You're at the mercy of a society
that gives just enough to keep you breathing,
never enough to actually live.
If you can't work, can't produce,
can't offer something of "value,"
then you're stuck.
Trapped in that state
for the rest of your unnatural, unwanted lifetime.
There is no fixing this.
We lack the power to take the machine apart,
to improve its design,
to rebuild ourselves from the ground up.
We are fragile—
susceptible to injury,
to mental collapse,
to aging,
and there's no built-in repair system,
no toolkit, no manual,
just damage and decay.
And worst of all?
I see it.
I'm aware of how broken it is.
That awareness is its own kind of torture—
the knowledge of the prison
without the key to escape it.
to be enslaved inside an awful machine that
you have little to no control over the mental or physical power
that you inherited from your parents has the power and influence over your life choices
if your born a defective machine without the mental capability to look after yourself then
your fucked dependent on society for what little it gives you and to take care of you,
this is an awful situation to be in if you are unable to work or produce anything of value then
your stuck in that situation for the rest of your lifetime here
our lack of physical power to take apart the machine you are to improve on it's design and
repair yourself is what lets everything else down susceptible to injury without any to repair or improve on the machine you are
there's no real freedom here. You can't rip it all apart and rebuild yourself from the ground up
the machine is broken and you're not given the parts or instruction manual to fix it. and worst of all?
you're aware of it. you see how messed up it is. that awareness just adds another layer of pain.
it's knowing you're broken, knowing the machine is flawed, and knowing you can't fix it.
Malfunctioning Machine
My life is like being locked in a malfunctioning machine—
one I didn't build, didn't want, and can't fix.
This is an extremely unpleasant place to be alive,
enslaved inside an awful machine
with little to no control.
The mental and physical power I inherited
—flaws passed down from my parents—
rule over my choices.
If you're born defective,
without the capacity to care for yourself,
you're fucked.
You're at the mercy of a society
that gives just enough to keep you breathing,
never enough to actually live.
If you can't work, can't produce,
can't offer something of "value,"
then you're stuck.
Trapped in that state
for the rest of your unnatural, unwanted lifetime.
There is no fixing this.
We lack the power to take the machine apart,
to improve its design,
to rebuild ourselves from the ground up.
We are fragile—
susceptible to injury,
to mental collapse,
to aging,
and there's no built-in repair system,
no toolkit, no manual,
just damage and decay.
And worst of all?
I see it.
I'm aware of how broken it is.
That awareness is its own kind of torture—
the knowledge of the prison
without the key to escape it.
