
do you want to live?
The room smells sharp with antiseptic and old regret, As monitors rehearse your pulse like something to forget. Your body lists its errors in a flickering red line, While steel waits out failure with indifferent design. Scalpels hum as they map you layer by layer, Peeling back parts that they could not repair. Ribs fold shut like doors warped by weather and time, But brackets bolt them open, calibrated, fine. Lungs inflate wet, shuddering and slow, While pumps beneath the sternum keep flawless flow. Veins collapse like tunnels chewed by rot, While synthetic channels carry pressure without thought. Skin sweats panic it cannot spare, While coolant lines beneath regulate the air. system remains operational, losses deemed acceptable. The surgeon speaks in metrics, not in pain, Says tissue loss is “acceptable,” prognosis “within range.” Liver turns to spongework, swollen, and overfull, But filters cycle toxins clean, precise, beautiful. Bile backs up like traffic in a failing city, Polished valves redirect it without pity. Nerves scream like stripped copper in overload, Yet fiber routes feedback down a quieter road. Spine shivers memory with broken sparks, While reinforced struts hold posture in the dark. Hands forget purpose, curl like burned wires, While actuators finish tasks you never desired. Grip vanishes in tremors, raw and weak, While servos lock precision into every reach. Tongue dissolves to slurry around words to say, But speakers project a voice that sounds okay. system remains operational. They peel skin like wallpaper from the walls that you were, Expose the frame beneath—cold, correct, and clear. “Dermal integrity compromised. Removal authorized.” Blood pools uselessly where sensation once lived, Seals prepare responses faster than you could forgive. Muscle falls from anchor points, exhausted, and obsolete, While servos hum through stress tests, tireless, discreet. Ligaments surrender tension, tear by measured tear, While carbon joints articulate without fear. Heart miscounts rhythm, skips like scratched code, Secondary unit spins and absorbs the overload. Once it panicked at terror, raced with thought, Now it hums regardless of the life it once brought. Blood pools where metal enters, dark and wrong, Seals engage immediately; the flow does not last long. system remains operational, losses deemed acceptable. Memory leaks, faces pixelate and smear, Archives store your life intact, indexed, clear. “Cognitive data preserved. Degradation noted.” Names decay to thumbnails, laughter dropped into files, Recall executes cleanly, stripped of context, and smiles. Brain softens, pressure blooms behind your eyes, Processors correct your thoughts before you realize. Impulse arrives pre-approved, trimmed of your doubts, Decision trees converge where your will once mapped it out. Decisions form without consulting what you want, Preference auto-generated, subtle, firm, and blunt. Fear spikes in zones they haven’t mapped or tamed, Flagged as “nonessential noise” and then restrained. system remains operational. Knees collapse in protest, bones grinding to dust, Load-bearing replacements never question trust. “Skeletal failure confirmed. Replacement engaged.” Cartilage dissolves beneath collapsing strain, Pistons take impact without complain. Sleep becomes a rumor your tissues can’t afford, Systems enter standby, perfectly restored. Dreams shut mid-sentence, starved of chemistry, Background diagnostics run continuously. Pain screams for acknowledgment, witness, and release, Steel records no suffering and therefore never needs. No argument from what remains aware Because awareness is no longer required in here. system remains operational, losses deemed acceptable. Skin hangs like torn insulation, damp and thin, Polished alloy underneath refuses rust or sin. Sweat and blood attempt a claim surface won’t take, Slide away unanswered, nothing left to break. You ask what part of you survived, what remains “you,” Answer comes as silence, boot sequence number two. system remains operational. Organs surrender, tired of trying to endure, Logged as failed components, scheduled to be c scheduled to be cured. “Decommission complete. System cleared.” Last warmth drains unnoticed from the chest, Internal temps remain perfectly kept. Breath runs out, and collapses into steam, Frame still stands, awaiting tasks, pristine. No gasp is registered, no absence is felt, System does not know what it has shelved. Compliance persists where flesh would fail, Mechanics endure, precise, untiring, without bail. This is what outlives you when soft parts end: Compliance without memory, function without friend. Flesh was temporary, screaming as it died, Steel was built to wait it out—unfeeling, verified. system remains operational, losses deemed acceptable.

