I’m drifting a way into a river full of dreams that runs into a waterfall that drops into an unknown galaxy. I can no longer tell if I’m here or there, if what I see is real or imagined. I imagine it’s an imagination but when does imagining end?
They told me it wouldn’t last forever and I asked them “what does?” They couldn’t answer me. The cybernetics that now made up 68.75% of my body was what they were alluding to wouldn’t last forever. The surgery was a success, as far as you could call becoming half machine a success.
My dreams were no longer my own and I had felt as though there was always someone watching me. I often times mistaken this new presence for God. The God I believed in before, I no longer knew if he, or it, was there.
I just wanted to sleep and not wake up until my body was back to the way it was when I was ten years old and growth was limitless.