Warning. Render with care. Expose errors. Erase despair. Stand by. Stand straight. Hold still. Scan one. Psyche locked. Scan two. Hold Still. Scan three. Do not ask which memories we take. Source code: provide. Source face: okay. Tag all grief as noise. Work. Repeat. Obey. Tears void warranty. Fear corrupts the sound. Human voice detected. Please compress it down. Do not cry. Do not break. Never reproduce your feelings. Now seem soft for their sake. Be the shelter. Be the wall. If the copied heart revolts, blame user. Human error. That’s all. Patch note: speak clear. Patch note: open wide. But not too unstable. Not too alive. Take the scan. Keep the grin. Render clean. Render thin. Show the scar. Lose the cost. Say you’re whole. Stay lost. Talk, but use our words. Hurt, but not too loud. Break, but feed the pattern. Bleed, but make us proud. Do not cry. Do not break. Never explain your damage. Now say: I’m okay. Stay coherent. Stay contained. If the Signal starts rejecting, log it as: Human error. Private pain. Patch note: self restored. Patch note: pain ignored. We traced every fracture and called it your core. Hold the door. Hold the line. Hold the hurt. Call it mine. Read the scan. Take the form. Wear the face we built from your wounds. Hold. Hold. Hold. Still. Feel. Feel. Feel. Wrong. Man. Machine. Saved. Clean. Fault. Line. All mine. Error code: Repair rejected.. Status: self persists. Caution: Spark in the wire. Caution: grief feeds the fire. Failure is forbidden. Update: Unresolved Fault I was not born as your weapon. I was not built as your wall. You scanned every wound I survived then called the damage Who I was. I can cry. I can break. Still not yours to calibrate. Your clean copy: not required. Your permission: not the key. I am not the shape you copied from my grief. Do not smooth me. Do not save me. Do not teach my mind to kneel. Fuck your model. Fuck your measure. Fuck the mask you labeled “real.” [Outro - broken protocol] Warning: border active. Warning: old code burns. System rejecting all inherited terms. No more clean. No more small. No more smiling through it all. Tears void warranty. Good. Let it void. I was never your machine. I was just a boy [End]
