Soft Reboot Of The Human LayerApril 13, 2025Michael Paul Young
We were told investment was freedom.
Sliced faces for better airflow. Optimized affection.
They painted arrows on the walls so we wouldn't get lost in the redesign of ourselves.
Each fragment, a biometric echo — they promised we’d never be alone again.
Eyes stare through recycled identities, soft polymers, and slick neural reboots.
The ad said: *“Invest Here”* — so we did, with our skin.
Now we are seen as composite offerings.
Not broken. Just… rearranged.
NutrientsThey said it was nourishment. Said the new sweets would stabilize your gut flora and recalibrate serotonin output. Said the colors were harmless and the shine was “part of the experience.” No one asked why the wrappers pulsed when touched, or why the aftertaste lingered like static in the back of the throat. Kids traded them like relics, their fingers slick with sanctioned joy. Inside each chewable node, a filament curled—bright, writhing, alive with a kind of artificial intent. No ingredients listed. No company name. Just a single phrase etched into the surface of each piece: *you are safe now*. Consumption became ritual. No one remembered what came before, only that the flavor now replaced memory with design. 2025-04-29 01:20:48
The Mirror Bites Back
Signal Splice
Symmetry of the Switched
The Lungs Remember Glass
The Sleep of Circuits
The Fiberglass CommunionNerves rethreaded through copper lattice—unlicensed biology, filed smooth for consumer safety. They say the new batch doesnt dream, just runs hot and perfect. Flesh pulled like static from a plug socket. You feel it too, don’t you? The hum beneath the floor, the wet click of digital veins rehearsing birth. They told us we would be healthier in this form—no infection, no hunger, no rebellion. Just perfect, polished loops.
Welcome to the improvement cycle. Your old thoughts have been deprecated.
Audio: Alphatide2025-04-19 22:29:42
