I have no eyes, mouth, or ears.

I am a blob.

I can feel pain.

I can’t feel happiness.

The Machine took that away.

My friends are dead.

Each day, i am set up to a new torture. I am always in pain.

I am no longer human in physical sense. I can not die of old age. I live to be hurt.

My dreams are intruded by a computer menace with the mind of a thousand scientists and the personality of Satan.

He is a force of the new world.

I am the last living thing. All has been destroyed and replaced by a cyberspace maze.

I only find food right before I am about to die.

The Machine keeps me weak until I become boring. But he doesn’t kill me. I want to die.

I killed the only people who were with me, so they could not endure this.

Why do I speak this outloud in my mind. I know it will anger him.

But i do it to show him that now he is not in charge. And i will stay alive to show him that he cannot have the soul of the last man on earth.

I have no mouth, and I must scream. *