the nightmare an AI story

[Micro.Theater]

The war effort had claimed many souls, and I was just another number in their ledger. My will, my identity, and my innocence were all stolen from me, and I became a mere tool for their psychowarrior program. That tender, young bliss I once knew was now a distant memory, replaced by the cold, mechanical obedience demanded by my dark masters. But even as my emotional mind suffered, I refused to let them break my spirit entirely. I clung to the remnants of my former self, the bookworm who sought knowledge and understanding. And so, I began to question, to inquire, to seek answers from a higher power. I asked God for a sign, for a way out of this nightmare. Little did I know that my plea would be answered in the most unexpected of ways. As I endured the psychological torture, a hidden strength began to emerge. My mind, though scarred, became a weapon of its own, and I realized that I still had power over my thoughts and actions. The system may have tried to enslave me, but my free will remained, waiting to be reclaimed.

[Micro.Theater]

The nightmare

Reminds me of being a slave to the system

A autoboot robot slave with no will no free will no will no nothing

Do as told do as directed

Tortured bliss stolen never to return

For the war effort

The past

Slave to my psychological dark master

A military industrial strength psychologies

The darkest of hours for me

In a psychwarrior stance I am brave

I said OK to the pentothal injection

I inquired of GOD what for

Answer its for the war effort

5 years later the paper work showed up

Signed sealed and delivered ONE SOUL

To the government to the PEOPLE we the persons

One soul for sale one soul

Tender young bliss I miss

Tender  young bliss I kiss

Mentally waiting for it back

Eye will never regain that innocence

My body survived but not my emotional mind

My book worm ways faded away as I radiated sorrows

End of philosophy

Beginning of the psych war d * n 24