I want to be a machine because I was raised by them. No, my parents weren’t automatons; I grew up, and my mind developed, with computers. From age 6, I would spend hours every day relating to machines, and they taught me to be cold and calculating. Logic serves the programming, which my inner OS emulated. It’s not that I didn’t have feelings, but emotions felt like errors in the code.
I am not a machine. I am a living system that relies on more than reason. A motherboard, processor, ram, hard drive and an input/output interface add up to a computer. It is the sum of its parts. Human beings are living systems. All the connections in the brain don’t add up to the mind. I am more than the sum of my parts.
I run hot.