It’s bangin’, screamin’, ‘n thrashin’ ’round inside me. My softs, my hards, all swirling ’round ‘n turnin’ to mush. Fuck this, it hurts so fuckin’ bad.

Pa told me ta stay ‘way from techs. He didn’t trust it one bit. But, Doc says I needed it ’cause I was jus’ plain dumb. They didn’t know ’bout my numbers. They thought I was an idiot. I got maths ‘n logics like you wouldn’t believe.

It’s like fireworks in my head, ‘cept like fireworks ain’t no one ever seen b’fore. Blowin’ up, swirlin’ ’round, ‘n comin’ back in shapes and colors they wasn’t b’fore. My own personal private paradice jus’ for me.

I gots this text from a guy in Centraal Station a few months ‘go ’bout AI. He says, “You needs to read this man, it’s the future. You seem like a smart one.” So, I sent him some creds ‘n gots it. Talkin’ bout maths ‘n logic ‘n ‘logryhtms. I like it, I get it.

‘Cept I keep it secret. Compilin’ in my head all the time. Lil AIs of rats ‘n dogs jabberin’ ’bout food ‘n things they don’t even understand. Drivin’ me mad ‘n takin’ up all my damn head space. Can’t shut ‘em off ’cause they know what I’m feelin’ all the time. They all scream so loud it makes my head hurt so bad when I’m ’bout to kill ‘em. So, I gots my own little farm runnin’ in my head, drivin’ me oh so mad with animal jibber jabber. I can’t kill ‘em, I can’t stand ‘em, so god help me.