[Automatic shut-down…]
/*The Asthenia Corporation’s telecommunications tower disconnects the transmission to SAIKOW_08 unit. The lack of signal being conducted switches the unit’s mind OFF. The following excerpt is a poem that describes what the unit analyzes before the final transmissions from the environment occur.*/
ten thousand nails
can’t be detected by my eyes,
but their weight pulls beneath my skin...
locking me to the earth
like a hand that holds me,
cradles me...
the bedsheets are whispering her name…
my sight fades to black…
a small spot is in the middle of everything…
…end of transmission…
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