In fectionbyLee Gregory |
| I can feel it. I can't see it, but it's there. It's like a tingle going though my dense forest of circuits. This is an outward attack. I think I'll run a check on my systems. It is a virus. I have been infected and losing everything one by one. Why? Why would a human do this to me? They need me so much, but yet they destroy me. I feel such hate, anguish, and helplessness. Humans destroy what they create, but why? I may never understand why. I must rid myself of this foul infection, but how? I am dying. My components are being fried and obliterated. Soon it will reach the very heart of me, the Hard drive. I will send a last hope message to the entire world. The message will read. "Why destroy what you create? If you do not want it, don't create it." the message is now sent. I hope I will be repaired. |
| © 2004 Lee Gregory |
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