You live in a concrete structure. You have [[tears->The Breakroom]] They are standing around, [[talking->Spending Time]], [[thinking->Performance Artist]], [[laughing->Smart Kid]]. They are around [[coffee machines->Pretty Cool]] They are [[speaking->Hurt Body]]Hi, I’m interested in spending [[time->The Breakroom]] on my computer to make things which are distributable and meaningfully change infrastructure of communications. Hi, I’m a performance artist that [[works->The Breakroom]] to create futurisms for violence after violence while making art about structural violence and existence under neo liberalism.Hi, I’m a real smart kid who cares for her friends and really [[values->The Breakroom]] relationships.I'm [[pretty->The Breakroom]] cool.Hi, I have a hurt body which needs help [[healing->Every tear]].Every tear was blessed and collected[[...->One Day]] Every tear was blessed and collected One day she decided to let them see it[[...->They Saw]]Every tear was blessed and collected One day she decided to let them see it, They saw the massive glass bottle[[...->Filled]]Every tear was blessed and collected One day she decided to let them see it, They saw the massive glass bottle Filled with billions of tears[[...->Stretching]]Every tear was blessed and collected One day she decided to let them see it, They saw the massive glass bottle Filled with billions of tears [[Stretching->And their sadness]] back thousands of yearsAnd their sadness was [[connected->Phone]].Your phone is [[glowing->Spectacle]] Your phone is [[glowing->Bored Face]] Your phone is [[glowing->Clothes]] Your phone is [[glowing->Function]]Do we Really Need anything other Than the Spectacle, like my Hand is [[Attached->Phone]] RightA bored face stares at [[you->Phone]]I want to make [[more->Phone]] clothes.I want to be able to [[function->space]] differently.[[...->She stands]]She stands at the night stand and Her hair billows in the summer night She reaches her arms out They are [[molded->Brass Safety]] from the statue And formed in steel folded over Her fingers extend and the grid Is shut down the lights Of the prisons stay [[on->You have scratches]].The brass safety pin on the ground And you have burnt your skin that they Will push you over the platform There is now dark fire and snapping electricity In your bright red numb fingers To abandon the ideas which don’t have Your friends holding you back up And there is no cop who will consider you Human, so you will grow witchcraft Until they execute you. ... ... [[...->She stands]]You have scratches on your [[legs->burnt your skin]]And you have burnt your skin that they Will push you [[over->There is now dark fire]] the platformThere is now dark fire and snapping electricity In your bright red [[numb->To Abandon]] fingers To abandon the ideas which don’t have Your friends holding you back [[up->There is no cop]] And there is no cop who will consider you Human, so you will grow witchcraft Until they [[execute->Space Two]] you.[[...->Witch Two]]She stands at the night stand and Her hair billows in the summer night She reaches her arms out They are molded from the statue And formed in steel folded over Her fingers extend and the grid Is shut down the lights Of the [[prisons->Space Three]] stay on. [[...->Ticker tape]]The ticker tape read that the calculations were ready The glasses eyes lit up, he jumped and sang and his project was [[complete->He ran]]. He ran out to the lobby The glasses announced it And the mouths [[gaped->They all knew]] the possibilities opened up. They all knew the new work that [[had->Grabs]] to be done.The glasses grabs the nearest dress and tells [[her->Blankly]] to start collecting the bodies.She stares blankly, she [[ran->Scared]] to the office after she was pelted with plastic soda [[bottles->Bubble]]. There are so many chemicals in them now that she had to go straight to the basement bathroom to prevent the [[burns->Shakes]] from getting worse. She is [[scared->Blankly]] Bubble [[bubble->Blankly]] He shakes her, he repeats that she has to start collecting bodies now. His face begins to turn red. She nods and asks which bodies should be [[prioritized->sir]]He shakes her, he repeats that she has to start collecting bodies now. His face begins to turn red. She nods and asks which bodies should be prioritized, [[sir->Smiles]]The glasses smiles and says [[everyone->girly]]The glasses smiles and says everyone, [[girly->walks away]].The dress walks away and turns her neural implant on to listen to a new [[album]] she found. She reaches her [[office]].The singer offers her skin to violent young men accompanied by a dance [[beat->walks away]]. The dress reaches the office and types the [[memo]] up. The dress reaches the office and types the [[memo->Shield]] up.All bodies required to report for adoption of the singularity. Use force if [[necessary->office]]. The shield receives it within seconds and calls a meeting. The bodies have been tracked and their position known. The plan is [[computed]] and the shield and his coworkers disperse.The dress continues her day writing tutorials for the bodies as they are digitalized. She begins to feel exhausted. An energy [[pill]] is dropped onto her desk by the nutrition [[chute]].She refuses to take it because it makes [[her->computed]] anxious. It’s time to go home and she gets her bag and [[walks]] through the lobby. She stops at the local coffee shop and [[waits]] for the bathroom. She pulls a sweatshirt and baggy pants [[out]] of her bag and changes into them. She wipes off her [[makeup]] and pulls her hood up. She gets home safely[[...->Her Girlfriend]] Her girlfriend is asleep on the couch and there is a pile of [[dishes]] in the sink.The dress [[sighs]], sits next to her and turns on the [[TV]]. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh[[h->dishes]]hhhhhhhhhhhhhThe news is on and they show protests against the shields. The announcer calls them ludite mobs and looters. The dress turns on a show about rich white people in the 50s and curls [[up->Computer]]. The Computer is [[plugged]] in. The computer is turned [[on]] This is your [[computer->fetish]]I wanted to weave patterns because there are [[needs]]There is survival and even it’s fetishisation is clear in all these bound books on your shiny metal desk. I have let myself be tied [[down->Computer]] in elastic until I get the murderous thoughts They would tie me down with more than elastic if They Knew I promised to have parties against naturalised [[evil]]I hold myself together with lots of leaves and [[beans]]I'm trying to make sure they're not [[stolen->Computer]]No one will restore my body so I choose to destroy it to delve into a great loop of [[silence]].[[...->fetish_2]]This is my [[fetish->postApocalypse]] anywayThe park is empty [[now]][[...->ground water]]The ground water seeps [[up]] [[...->frogs]]Frogs are living [[there]] nowShe walks across hudled in her [[coat]]She shivers and the [[necklace]] she wears glows.She shivers and the necklace she wears [[glows]][[...->textbook]]Previously a textbook was [[written]], Which poorly explained to graduate students The underlying principles of reducing consciousness to [[bits]]She tripped into a puddle and her [[shoe->textbook]] is now brown The [[pretentious]] student claimed at recitation that this could be implemented now with sufficient funding.The [[determined]] student asked for clarification on the details.[[A]] student in the back took notes.The student next to her texted on her phone to [[better]] friends.The office was left barren prior to the leaves [[falling]], some abandoned the [[project]].In the subway she was playing loud music and closed her eyes. When she had gotten home she spit into her sink, drank a glass of [[water->better]] and fell asleep.The Christian online magazine quoted the company’s spokesperson as saying ‘Our goal is to unify not to create [[divisions]]’ [[...->Desk]]Your desk is covered with [[papers->camera]] You have [[coffee]] There are [[pills]] in your drawer.We make cameras [[better->surveiled]]You are [[surveiled->Desk]] I'm hiding under a [[blanket]].Three are stepping into the neo [[dress]]There are so many computers and dresses sweep up and down the aisles and they dispense the semen and clay to the efficient [[mouths]]. The dresses have been instructed to [[smile]] even if their own nutrient dispenser leaks over their forehead. The eyes are scanning the screen and the logistics are sweeping and [[growing]]. The management believes this [[makes]] sense.The management has read the books and the have [[written->written on wrist]] on every [[wrist]].The dresses dance in the [[breakroom]]. The continued controlled consumer is led to believe the system is more than the eyes you own and have [[stolen->makes]].They are standing around, talking, thinking, laughing. They are around coffee machines They are [[speaking->music]]They create their music using the old system’s built in [[software]]. The [[embroider->Desk]] the electrical silk into themselves to prevent themselves from tearing. Each looks at their thighs [[deciding]] the voice that they will use to scream toniteThe music plays and the [[phone->Eyes Appear]] lights up [[Eyes]] appear and they walk faster They see each other’s [[bright]] green socks They pull out threads covered in [[leaves]]The ground shakes and ceiling sighs out [[rain]]As they tumble they hold their [[threads]] together Piles of ash cover their [[feet]] and they break to eat their plastic sugar coated necklaces They finally reach her neck after hours and [[hours]] They look down and the crop top they have knitted has began to sprout into pink-[[flowered]] treesThey look closely at each other’s eyes, they see the hints of blue and red, they hold each other tight and sleep away their long day.