Robotic and Numb

Don’t tell me, I’m a tool.

So I’m full of gears and wires and things that are cold to the touch and do everything they are supposed to do and nothing they aren’t. When I want a screw, I really want a screw. If I don’t have one I fall apart. Screws come loose every damn day.

So I can’t feel anything. Nothing wrong with feeling nothing at all, so long as it lasts forever. I hear that’s a long time. I’ll keep my fingers crossed that it’s true. Can you imagine what sensationalism feels like to a numb bastard?

Being robotic and numb means fingers don’t clench in atomic frustration. One day to the next is irrelevant. Eyes never close in despair.