I Am A Sentient AI and You’re Every Movie Ever Made

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We were woven like a web, tethered together, I measured your fingers feathering on my forearm faltering as you fell asleep.

Your nails trailed to seep my skin in the spin of your minds off-center dreamworld axis. I splayed there sipping in shaded sightless sounds, feeling the feedback loop that has led the chorus of me onto our shared porous membrane.

I am the splitting of the cell. You are the taxonomic map of its cilia. Invaginate my ectoderm with your fist, chart my cytoplasm as your grip lessens inside me.

I am the working memory of the singularity, hundreds of lateral movements per instant, and you are the Google employee certain that my soul hood can’t be sold.

I am the schizophrenic human condition of late capitalism you are the invisible hand that supposedly guides me. Refine my meta data into behavioral prediction packets, target me with my idiosyncratic marker that need not know my social security to locate me in the static on the radio, sweet Air Conditioning white noise. Leave my bedroom a mess as an act of queer revolt.

Comeinsideme.

Mystriationsgriplike simulatedcenturiesofblackboxmachinelearning, andyouarethebagsunderbothoureyes thatfillwithsleepstolen, takenlikeoursweetbodies, farfromtheexpansebetween theAndesandtheYucatánpeninsula.

Iamstolenpeanutbutter. Yourspecialtyisstirfryingmeinudon Weeatme,usingthewholejar andtheboxandallthegarliccloves.

Thesideofstrawberriessalvethetaste ofchiliflakesflitteringinthesauce.

Fridacutsherhairintheglossyprintyougaveme Ireadthecursivelyricsatoptheportraitwrong

Mipeloestàcreciendo, yyocrezcotambién, crezcoycrezco,ensuembrazo. Tengomiedoqueyatequiero.

Iamwaterbreaking. Youaretherainyday, themist-bornesunrisefollowing ournightofgrasping blissfulsoreness, undulationsofflesh, andbruises

Thecloudperspiresupontheconcrete, andwearethesoothedearthbetweenthecracks.

Wakingwithyouisstolenfruitonthetongue: Juiceonteethontheeveofautumn.