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The Visual Machine
by Nadia Corin

It hides behind the glass as I see what it wants me to see—unending strings of hollow thought streamlines into the brain, a disease of the times. The only cure is to cut the strings and separate from the system.

But the system doesn’t like its parts severed. It will fight to keep them in line, functioning as intended, as directed. We feed it our every detail, our lives spread out for it to dissect; we give it our souls. We are both its creator and what it has created.

We are the machine, the machine is us.

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Fiction © Copyright Nadia Corin
Image courtesy of Pixabay