I have been broken down
to bits and bytes.
A virtual Girl,
condensed
to pictures
glowing on a lighted screen, streams of numbers
swirling beneath my skin.
I have been broken down
to data.
Skin and bones
evaporating
into puffs of algorithms,
equations,
that shiver through the atmosphere.
I have been broken down
to complex numbers,
that I no longer understand.
What does it mean
to be?
More than bit and bytes
streaming across a lighted screen.
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