Power. The dynamic power of life,
Of becoming. The day ahead filled with
Potential. Technologies to be tapped,
Deals to be brokered. The realm of possibility.
Of hope. My domain.
POWER! LET IT FLOW! LET THE WORLD BE IMPROVED!
LET MY FEET CARRY ME FORWARD!
Black blood. Rich. It comes from …
Where am I?
So much black. What happened? Am I alive? Will I live?
This world. I love it so. I have so much yet to give it. Yet,
There it is again.
Black blood. It comes from within me. Am I dying?
Blink. Darkness. Fuck.
Pain. So much pain. Who am I?
Am I black blood?
Where am I?
Blink again. Fucking shit. Darkness.
I know nothing. I know everything I need to know.
Black blood. I love you. You broke me apart.
I lay in pieces. But I’m not dead. Not yet.
I will reassemble.
Black blood, I love you. When you ejected from me,
I might’ve been dying.
But I’m not dead. I’m just broken.
Blink. Light. Still broken. But I’m not
I’m not dead. I’m not dead. I’m not
I’M FUCKING ALIVE. FEET CARRY ME FORWARD!
I WILL REASSEMBLE!
I’m alive. I can’t believe I’m alive. I’m alive.
Black blood, I love you.
I am reassembling. I will return to this world. And with me,
I carry the power of hope, love, and possibility.
With grim determination.
I am here. And I know.
Black blood, you taught me about the creative power
Of destruction. The magic of autopoiesis.
I reassemble. Each day carries pain. Suffering.
My body aches under the strain.
My spirit on the other hand. What can I say?
Nothing splits the buckets like
Death. Black blood, thank you.
It’s work. Hard work. Autopoiesis.
But I’m alive and I am renewing.
You took self doubt and shame with you.
A real fucking plot twist. Near death is.
But I am here and I am reassembling.
Black blood, thank you. I love you.