am i just a desert? god? what am i? is life about feeling or thinking or nothing? why am i no longer real? what happened to people? you self-centered bastard. you make me sick. you make me cry. stop feeding my mind. i never even wanted it. but now that i have it i can’t let it go. i feel bolted to the floor. in a chamber. i’m sick here. stay with me. don’t leave me in the dark. i don’t want to fall asleep. i want to last forever in a cycle. spinning for eons. but the sun will rise and light will shine in my eyes and break the iris in to a diamond splitting color into millions of pixels for my processor to feed me. hardwired. and skilled. i was sent back in time. i think. what happened to me? they must have erased my memory. i’ll jot things down. remember things. remember. remember your name. what is it? can’t remember. god? what am i?