There must be things that are real but I’m sure I’m not one of those. Nothing I do has any effect in the world. I’m not seen and never heard.
It’s good for me to be kept away and stored in a cool and dry place where no sun light can reach. But I keep getting older and You demand that I respond to Your needs and justify my existence.
What is there to exploit from me? I don’t bring any of value into the world, You never taught me how to. My hands are for idling. What You want from me I can’t give.
I have been neutered. I’m devoid of human spirit, I’m the last man, one of Calhoun’s “beautiful ones”, I’m the achievement subject, an NPC, just another microbe monkey-man.