my quest for an infinite power source

plug me in and watch me glow. plug me into life, they say. i say. an unending quest to live. a certain way, but only with one kind of energy.

last night someone asked me how the mozzarella sticks were and i said great. the best i’ve had in years. and with the marinara sauce touching my tongue i’m in heaven, right. right. right? oh, but the trickery of life. life’s little trickeries.

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i’m a hybrid. for now, at least. running on past fumes and theoretical inventions in-progress.

the goal is to make me faultless. convenient. compliant. able to withstand an infinite exposure to time. to be seemless with the world. to make me run off one source because then i would be the most efficient thing in existence and i could just smile.

scientists and philosophers and world travelers are continuously tinkering with my inner workings. (i gave up control of the day-to-day operations some time ago.) but not the romantics anymore. no, they were laid off. too much reality to worry about without having to worry about impossibilities, they were told. but i think everyone knew the real reason they were fired. they had nothing to offer anymore. they thought i didn’t need a power source, that i was my own. boy were they laughed at.

so here we are. just plug me in and watch me glow.

just another day on my quest for an infinite power source.