after the apocalypse:
it's always been an eternal battle
between the creator, the invention
and the conscious.
what do we strive for?
these entities are based of me, alter egos
they are me, but who am i?
the existential crisis begins, and it ends in a war.
the search for authenticity, the confirmation of value.
the satisfaction of originality and feeling unique, these became meaningless points
to answer who i am.
i found my gift, this is what i do.
this is what makes me alive.
this is a new machine.