You Were Built To Be GivenOctober 30, 2025Michael Paul Young
They said the program was voluntary. They said we’d never feel a thing. Now we sleep with parts of strangers humming in our chest, a chorus of secondhand futures. In the Cathedral of Synthetic Anatomy, your body is archived...filed, fractioned, fed forward.
No funerals anymore, only upgrades.
“Your contribution matters,” they whisper through polished static. You didn’t die. You were selected. Broken into something usable. Fed into a system that keeps growing younger as we grow less human.
The cyb***s bloom in metal innocence, smiling with organs they didn’t earn. A generative glitch of engineered mercy.
