Happiness in Slavery

Daytime and nighttime are the same to me as I sit inside my blacked out shelter on the edge of the abyss. There’s no point going to a window. Nothing is ever of interest out there. The screams of a thousand machines are always there to drown out my every waking thought. The glow of thousands of lights pierce my eyes; forever blinding me to my cage.

I am trapped but not trapped. I have all that I am told I want.

I am alone but not alone. The machines are always talking.

I am alive but not alive. This shell is what it has been told to be.