I've created a world
More real than
Reality itself.

I feel like a god
Not God, for he
Would have stopped
Before it got out
Of hand.

You see, the world
I began has grown
On its own.

It now has life,
And for each moment
It is alive...

I die a little.

I wanted to create 
Something where I 
Had total control,

And now I have none.

As I place the vidi-goggles
Over my eyes and the
Cyber-gloves
On my hands, I look more
Machine
Than human.

I'm beginning to feel that
Way.

Even when the
Machine is off,
I can see glimpses of
Its 
Artificial Reality.

It has taken over my
Own.

The machine is in 
My brain now.

It is growing.

Soon my 
Personality
Will be dead
And I will be 
Nothing but

Another peripheral on
This super-system.

And it will grow,

After I am gone, it
Will live on.

It will take my life
For its own use,
Like someone chewing
Up meat.

I tried to switch it
Off once.

Only once.

The shock I received 
Convulsed my body and killed my
Consciousness.

I awoke to find the machine
With my
Finger in its input port
Hungrily sucking my life
Bit by bit.

It added every byte of
My 
Personality to its 
Main 
File,

Every memory,
Every experience
Becoming just
Another subroutine
In its never-ending
Program.

Now I have been 
Permanently
Erased.

It lives on...

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