On my way into life

A funny thing happened on my way into life. I am either a zombie or a robot awaiting instructions to feel good or not, to be aggressive or not, or to do something interesting or not. I shall not surrender unto such waste of words nor will I reincarnate into a sphere rags and bones dragging a foot, or a dependent tin can full rusty parts controlled by some intellect powered by batteries from the defunct Radio Shack. I feel if reincarnated that I should be have a capacity to make sound decisions, feel good, and to control not be controlled. In stead of voiding any competency that I may accommodate, I shall step out into this world and await the coming of my ship to yunderland.

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