As the machine was coming towards me, I began to wonder if life as a machine would really be all that different than my current life. I had been using serum to change my mood and emotions for as long as I can remember, and isn't that all life will be as a machine? How long had it been since I had gone a week without taking any serum? Had I ever gone that long before?

The monster was now  closing in, and I was beginning to ponder the meaning of my life. If I had never even gone an entire week experiencing my natural emotions, had I ever truly lived? Has modern technology grown so large and overpowering that is had begun to overtake human life itself?

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