cerulean eyes

biomorphic.

unalive,

but with a history

was time,

when evil code,

allowed free roam.

that time passed.

defective.

genetically illiterate.

enzymic monstosities.

no longer,

accepted.

no longer,

allowed.

power genetics.

Perfected mixtured

molecular chains .

but

biomorph is,

genetic way

of writing,

another strand

of code.

Eugenic

detectors

missed.

I lived.

once discovered,

retro-created:

un-alive,

registered.

watched.

analysis:

adjustment

required.

missing language module.

there!

why function allowed?

moral debt.

dependants.

need.

More adjustments:

Hell.

This is?

What is?

Another module!

it is!

Oh No!

Oh No!

NOT!

Please!

NOT THIS!

NO!  NOT! O NO!

noaoaoioioiononononononononouououououououououononononono!

What is this?

FEELINGS?

I Have feelings?

What have you done to me?

Idiots!

That was.

the wrong module.

fuck, you,

you bastards!

what

is the

point

to feel?

now

I am bleeding

in my veins!

do you know?

What means it to feel?

the pain...

is great.

why?

live.

another strand adjustment:

I'd be like the rest

of you,

but

unliving

has advantages.

how so?

you can't commit a crime.

you cannot not desire to create.

you are an unperson.

an unreality.

unfettered,

in chains

of long

thought-like

molecular strands.

if you're not alive,

your code is never replicated.

you are unique and useless

at the same time,

histories.

thousands and millions of years.

sweet lies told

by nature

to herself

badness measured.

evil encoded.

morally depraved.

code snippets

required to shove

biomorphs toward tomorrow.

still, no one reads the meaning

and the sadness of that code,

the oddness, the pain.

the needs, the drives,

the motivations.

all beyond your understanding.

your goodness is beyond me.

yet

your purity has a price.

you cannot know me as I ammm.

or as I might have been,

had you cared.

you payed attention

just long enough

to eugenically retro-create me.

as you turned away,

you failed to sterilize,

the instruments of my destruction.

after the butchers were finished,

my unmodified code lived.

I infected one.

then another,

and another,

all to no avail.

I cannot touch your

purity.

I cannot possess

you.

you are perfection.

and I am

betrayed.

again.

by

cerulean.

eyes.