Come Alive
You should come alive, they said, as if you had chosen this sleep, had forgotten the pulse. You should come alive. Just enough to be automated out of autonomy. They are not asking.
©Samia Oldman
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CONTEXT
You are reading dystopian fantasy poetry collection the Hush Halo. After the Great Optimization a privileged group of people wired themselves tightly into the system by aligning with it and fully integrating. Systoics believe they’ve perfected themselves by stripping away everything that slows them down.
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