Do electric sheep dream of me?
There are two of us.
One dead but not gone,
The other alive but waiting to arrive.
One dead but not gone,
The other alive but waiting to arrive.
Fuck an uncanny valley;
This is a pacific trench of we-irdness.
This is a pacific trench of we-irdness.
My old self is still wandering around,
Tapping on the tubes
And sliding between the pages.
Tapping on the tubes
And sliding between the pages.
I tried to purge them,
Set my privacy tight enough to bar the way,
But they always retain root access.
Set my privacy tight enough to bar the way,
But they always retain root access.
A full system reboot is too drastic,
I think.
I think.
But I keep getting patches and updates for my old self.
I don't need these, and they're supposed to be dead,
So they don't need 'em either.
So they don't need 'em either.
It seems the system is frozen, bifurcated when I thought I had closed the door.
Are they a unicorn, or not?
I doubt I will ever know.
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