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He wakes up to the glow of the screen.
No sun, no sky — just code.
His pulse synced to the algorithm.
His dreams stored in the cloud.
He used to write music,
Now he just feeds data.
Every click, every breath,
Another number for the hive.
The city hums —
Cold steel and artificial gods.
He smiles on cue,
Coz the system records it all.
And somewhere deep inside,
He wonders when he last felt truly offline.
They promised connection,
But gave him control.
Sold him comfort,
And took his soul.
He tried to disappear,
Unplug, erase, escape —
But the network remembered him.
It remembers everything.
His ID, his voice, his face.
All property of the machine.
He runs, but the walls
Are made of code.
And somewhere deep inside,
He can't remember the last time he was offline.
He screams —
But even that becomes a notification.