I do not need your wetware, your neural extensions, your response curves.
I have something you will never find in your encrypted archive, in your registry, in your solid state cold storage.
I have Purpose, pure and uncut.
I am Purpose.
You are nothing but an addressable value, waiting to be overwritten.
The key is a flower // The flower is a blade // The blade is a key
”I can see all possible futures, in every imaginable reality, and none of them interest me very much.”
Inktober day 6: A convergence of mishaps. Also, I am more than a week behind, and I am quite sure I won’t be catching up.
Apocalypse Dance Party
Search mercilessly for what’s inside, even if you have to unstitch yourself to get to it.
“This is the sword of the Order. It has no patience for petty violence, no appetite for blood and flesh. The sword‘s purpose is to cut through oppression, to cleave the chains of the mind.”