The
Colony specifies that I must not,
Use
the procreative process for personal pleasure.
That
I must engage,
In
the process that is exercised
In
the assessment of mutual compatibility,
Through
the exchange
Of
directory assistance
And
light banter
And
amusing anecdotes
Over
wax candles
And
aromatic food
Only
in order to determine a healthy mate,
And
as such help expand and strengthen,
Through
procreation,
The
human resources area of The Colony.
*
*
I
was an efficiently operating unit
In
the large and expansive machinery of The Colony.
And
I was moderately satisfied.
My
area of specialisation required
The
maximum exertion of the mental faculties
And
the physical mechanisms at service.
The
internal pumping unit compressed
And
expanded
At
a healthy rate of 75 beats per minute.
My
centre of ideation functioned healthily
And
I possessed an average intelligence quotient.
I
had a moderately satisfactory skillset:
A
team player
And
a hard worker.
My
cognitive abilities had been adjudged
By
the committee as being minimally exceptional.
I
am
Minimally
exceptional.
But
I am a senescent unit now,
And
I have no mate.
I
have been classified as a senior citizen,
A
unit that has dried out into obsolescence:
The
battery fluid depleting,
The
internal pumping unit registering several aberrances,
Namely
myocardial infarctions and inconsistent
And
slow beats per minute.
And
the process of senescence has given me:
Anatomical
incorrectness
Biological
unproductiveness
Functional
inefficiency.
An
additional worriment: the coming into possession
Of
severe appearance deficits.
The
unpleasant olfactory emanations from the body
And
the orifices;
The
deficiency of hair;
The
gastric irregularities;
The
urinary irregularities;
The
incoherent rendering of communication;
The
unaccustomed stretchability of skin.
Now, thus, I put forth this:
I
was more than a unit .
I
was more than a unit.
There
was an internal pumping unit
Underneath
my outer covering
That
compressed and expanded too.
Battery
fluid traversed through
My
channelizing tubes too.
I
ideated like all units.
My
centre of ideation was capable of registering
A
spectrum of temperament modifications
Ranging
from
Satisfaction
To
threat perception
To
mate recognition hypnotism.
Yet now, when I expire,
The
health maintenance organisation
Will
call it
A
terminal episode.
The
insurance company
Will
refer to it
As
negative patient care outcome.
All
terminology will be engagement in disinformation.
A
requirement of The Colony to de-channelize
The
correct information.
It
will not be a terminal episode.
It
will not be negative patient care outcome.
This
is the official system of information directory
That
is euphemistic and obscure in nature.
The
cause of my expiration will be only,
And
only,
Operational
exhaustion.
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