Most people have not only drank the kool-aid, they have mixed it with the sexual secretions of their brood and spread it all over their writhing bodies, infiltrating their every crease, crevice and orifice, boring out their insides until they are but a husk with only enough moisture to drool in dependent, delicious rapture.

Of free will…my thoughts argue against and prove it true…my actions for and false…all a pleasure…to what may be…the senses.

Should my body ever expire, I desire a quite public viewing of my nude remains as a reminder to all in attendance what frail meat we are, but for my right foot which will be revealed to have been constructed of the most exquisite diamond. And even I, in my new robot body will be left to infinitely wonder…just what it all means.