This Past Hours Recollections

AM:00 and the ambient intelligence around me grows and the dread lights resound they are too bright I can’t hear myself think they are too loud buzzing and I cannot hear myself think Think think think and I swear I saw a sound moving ever so carefully across the carpet as a beam of light enters the machines brain and a thought is constructed however feeble and lame and I’m dying to know to know what it knows about itself or the outside of its own shell Just as I am trapped in my own form and constricted we are all dying to know what anothers life is like to walk in ones shoes as the say but without a way to do so that is our world today