Humans

You ask me whether I am human or not? Well, I can tell you this, I'm human every once in a while. But I can assure you I have never been a robot.
Being a human means to be original. To be your own.
To be an example.
To stand alone.
To know you're human means the world. I know I'm human because I can think... I can think and think and think... I can ponder what it must be like to be a machine. to give in to the machine.

The machine is an evil thing. The machine is the world. And evil. The machine runs in our veins, deep down. an ice cold metal. Our blood has been stained with the sins of the world. This is not meant to be any religious context, but we must free ourselves from the evils of the world. Be a human, my friend. Be your OWN person. Don't let anyone else tell you who to be. Teachers teach you to be like them, by using the style they teach you. You need to teach yourself. Be your own style. Be whatever you can to stay away from the machine. To smash that bastard into the ground.

On another note, I'm sitting here drinking my tea, pondering how else I know I'm human. Well let me tell you this:

Feel your wrist. The one with the Scars on it. The scars from past relationships, abusive parents, bad friends, and YEARS of bullying. Let me first say that a machine cannot have scars. They can have scratches, but those are mere surface damage. The scars on your wrist, those are MORE than just skin deep. There is meaning behind each and every slit. Dark feelings of sadness and woe covered up by a mere scab. If that scab is removed, the wound bleeds again. The emotions start to flow again. The pain returns to your body. Don't tell me a machine can do that! You can buff out the scratches, or remove the dents, but on a human, those may heal over time, but the emotions will ALWAYS be there! Whether they are covered by a thin layer of good times and new friends, they. Are. THERE. Now a robot, can be told to forget a piece of information, and it'll be gone as if it never existed. A computer does exactly what it is told to do, and nothing else. You are your own person, and have free agency to choose what you do. Robots do not.

Now, where I was going with this, feel your scarred wrist. Right below where your hand starts. Do you feel that? Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

That, my human friend, is a heartbeat. Computers have no heartbeat. They can display one! But they do not possess one. The constant hum of the fan is as close to a heartbeat as a computer will get.

So whenever you question your humanity, think of this.