The Art of Do

[serloco]

I remember being in the iob world and it was a chaotic world. The probe read my desires to fight and hurt iobs. I feel ashamed nowadays for that desire. I told the iobs probing me that non i didnt want that anymore. They didn't quite believe me. Immediately my eyes began being converted into a laser. I could look at iobs without hurting them. I felt so bad because i liked some of them being hurt. It was a ruse. They were programing me into a weapon. I was so fluid i loved it and hated it at the same time. I was melting them. I feel bad now.But I know the power of my attention. These iobs looked like regular humans. My awareness of humans is inorganic often.