I was a robot once...

Somedays I feel a lot like a robot.

I Was A Robot Once...
by
mbh

I was a robot disguised as a human. I had a set pattern of programs
that ran every day like clockwork. I didn't think for myself, I didn't act
on my own. I just did. Day in and day out I lived... artificially. My
movements were mechanical and predictable. I knew my future
because of my set routines. Like a train on its tracks, I couldn't
deviate from my set course. Was I living? Yes. Was I alive? No.
I performed my functions without any understanding of the
purpose. My thoughts were without meaning. I knew nothing
except what I had been programmed to do. I lived without living.
My days were copies of one another; mass-produced and strung
together in an attempt at...

life.

I originally wrote that a while back using past tense verbs, but somedays I really feel like I could replace all of the past tense words with present tense verbs.

Life is strange, so very strange indeed.

-mbh signing off...