theurgy overripe clementines explodes in my throat as all at once the physical intrudes on my (drunken stumbling forward) mental his muscles clipping nerves move my (lover’s mouth contorts) thoughts aside like fingers brushing away crumbs to get to (smell the river after rain) plain cleanness. And then I hear my voice, I hear the dummy speak. I can see myself it says christ this is weird and I want to say that isn’t me and change my choice but I can’t reply or move my lips and I know abruptly why why they administer a paralytic first because the surgeon speaks now, says the operation seems to have been a success; we’ve recreated the electrical activity that is your mind, it echoes now in your new artificial brain. Not much left to do, we must just dispose of your older body. We use morphine to shut it down kindly and the machine is nodding the needle pinch in my arm is shutting down my thoughts and I see another self speak, lips move
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