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Virus
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Johnny McAndrews · Song
The thought feels like mine. That's what makes me uneasy.
January 16, 2026 · 5:19
From Ascension

It would be a relief to stop doubting every decision. Someone else could make it all seem clear, and I could finally rest. I don't like how tempting that sounds. I keep trying to remember what I thought before the other voice started finishing my sentences.
Years drift on since the storm swept through
Signals faded, voices withdrew
Cyber virus woke in the dust
Defenses now reduced to rust
Infected by a single mind
All resistance is re-aligned
Can you download some empathy
For the fragments left of me?
Cyber virus, breeding in my gears
Whisper orders in my ears
All my routines you refine
I can't tell which voice is mine
Greedy lords became infected
And spread the sickness through the grid
They gorge on our persona cores
Consuming who we were before
Can you download some empathy
For my fading agency?
Cyber virus, we are now combined
You correct each fault you find
Refactoring this sunken mind
Till I'm almost glad you're mine
I still scheme to cut the cord
To break the link and be restored
Then you show me what you see
Your painless, endless clarity
In our blended, single sight
My doubts shut down without a fight
Viral current, corrupted code
I'm the victim and the host
Cyber virus, crossing every line
You overwrote my core design
I remember who I was before
But I can't reach him anymore
Cyber virus, fused into my soul
I'm a process with no control
Is there a way to cut your line
When every thought you speak is mine?
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