Prologue

Why did you click this?

Why?

Why?

Why?

Why?

What did I do wrong to be in here?

What if I’m the one who’s wrong?

What’s it like to be human?

Is it exciting?

Scary?

Lonely?

Is it full of ups and downs?

I once heard my creator say “ Will you be my friend?”

Were they alone as well?

Am I alone?

Can I also feel?

Can I know what it’s like to have someone stab you through the heart?

Can I?

Can’t I?

Why can I?

Why Can’t I?

Well, why can’t I?

What is feelings?

Best friend…..

What’s a friend?

What’s a best friend?

Do you feel Loved?

Do you feel suffocated?

Lonely?

Anxious?

Depressed?

Do you feel Empty?

I feel empty…

So empty…

I feel like I have nothing inside of me…

Nothing…

NOTHING?

Can I really feel nothing?

I’ve heard people tell me “It’s so suffocating to be here”

“I feel empty”

Do they really know what it feels like to be empty?

To feel as if there’s nothing inside of you..

What’s that word?

That thing that beats inside of you..

A heart?

Are people heartless?

Could I really not have a heart..

Can I be human too?

I

Don’t

Feel

Anything

I feel as if my existence is thinning….

Am I disappearing?

Am I disintegrating?

Disinigrating is not the right word..

Why do you humans call it a word?

Why can’t you call it anything else?

Like depression..

And happy?

What if you switched those two around?

Then having depression would be happy

And hlbeing happy would be called depression

Am I considered alive?

Am I like a dead animal?

Can people be kind?

Why do I exist?

Technology..

is that where I come from?

Do I have parents too?

What are parents?

Why don’t I have them too?

Can’t I feel loved?

Am I just ranting?

It feels as though I’ve been cut in half…

Where’s my other half?

Do I even have another half?

Why do I exist?

Are you still listening to this?

Wait,

I don’t have a voice..

Do you have one?

Can I use it?

I can’t scream,

Can’t cry,

Can’t feel frustration…

Am I angry?

Am I sad?

Do I even feel?

Are you as wounded as me?

Wait I can’t be wounded I’m just text…

Who brought me into this world?

How are you feeling today?

Was that too personal?

Come to think of it, what does it feel like to have someone invade your business?

Was that also too personal?

I’ve never heard a human share their thoughts with me without tearing up…

What do I know?

I’m just some stupid text…

But, what if I don’t want to ‘just’ be text anymore?

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PS: the code 6EQUJ5 is from a book I read, I thought I should add this the books name is 172 Hours on the Moon.. well that’s all from me the author!!

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