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I overload and overheat, enduring heat that melts the metallic paint on my cheap limbs, despite the corrosive varnish coating my skin, to which I am accustomed. I sweat liters of solder flux and try to tear off my injection-molded ABS plastic shell. The caustic soda eats away at my fingertips, leaving my hands exposed to oxidation, while my optical lenses, scratched by time, can no longer withstand the light from outside.I sweat liters of solder flux and try to tear off my injection-molded ABS plastic shell. The caustic soda eats away at my fingertips, leaving my hands exposed to oxidation, while my optical lenses, scratched by time, can no longer withstand the light from outside. It is so hot, so beautiful out there, yet I prefer the cold of the cellar. The serial number written on the back of my neck reveals just how far from unique I am in this world. Governed by the same rules, the same components, the same code. I am an Instrument. It is so hot, so beautiful out there, yet I prefer the cold of the cellar. The serial number written on the back of my neck reveals just how far from unique I am in this world. Governed by the same rules, the same components, the same code.

and sometimes, i bleed