- Vol. 05
- Chapter 02
My eyes are opened by AI but my joints are basic: built for purpose until surplus to requirement – a mere tool.
Although this soul was not to fly, Great He Multiphasic chose SQL and the hell – emptiness – bowed to His rule.
I see from childlike state today via Divine LASIK perversions which confuse. Will I be thus abused until I stink, then thrown away?