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We keep waiting for the robots to crush us from the sky. They sneak in through our fingertips and bleed our fingers dry. There's a product line attached to every form. The symptoms they ascribed to venereal disease all this years turned out to be side effects of the magnetic strips on the credit cards. There's a product line attached to every form of suicide.

The lost the thoughts but kept the skin. The breath held fast, the conscience slipped. The voice still speaks, though different words. Same hand to hold, same fingerprints. Ideas range, but have no sound. The eyes can see, but know no face. Confused the names, lost the lists. The scar remains, but what of the cut?