Finding the Truth Inside the Lie

I clenched my hands together to keep from digging deeper into my flesh. Hard, when I could feel it in there, relentless with their polite requests. I'd tried making it angry, or withholding the sensory input altogether, but I couldn't stay awake and hungry all the time, and the devices didn't experience emotions, themselves. When I ate, it was satiated. When I slept, it took over. A constant feed back to the main computer, which analyzed the trillions of sensory bits I experience every single moment. Someday they'll crack the code.

I woke up once, blood in my mouth, staining my teeth, because they'd wanted to try broken glass. Years of scars on my face, my hands, my body. Fresh scabs a daily wakeup call. I'm the meat. They're the brain.

It's time, now. This will end. Maybe they had the resources to force me into this deal, but damned if I can't choose when I'm out. And I'm out. You hear me, you soulless bastards?