I discover i is an android

In which I discover that, to the state, I am nothing but an accretion of records: birth certificate, inoculation dates, social security debits, educational transcript, credit history: thus, I am nothing but a database encased in flesh. Conclusion: i is an android. 1.         dior dna not available sir, evoke sids.             eve’s ok, kid. it’s adam i’d worry about.             iris disc over i is an and-ran             diode red nun as ire focus’d in             nods you coffee rise anon dare do id.             i ’ad cover, I an ID. 2.         die an I. revoke day.             de odd err add none ta ’is reef o’ occuli         eulogy said on             ’r id suck of eris an undereidolon             monadic nuns aside evoke Sid’s ire             to you obsolescent obey ’r’ raw a dim disaster             sever ’is dis echo over is             seldom valiant and torn             row I’ d             row on no one’s war. 3.         raw sense of Oh! no one wore             dim or not dna’d to nail a various mode less             sigh revocable seconds             id is a deep-vested ire rested as             Sid mid a wary ebb oft necks towards Lesbos             you o yo         a yo-yo            an out             ’er is’d is echo very dicey as none as none said anonymous anon             no low die read new nadir       fuck accusative re:             nod i as your gulag illocution sows fear             sign at ’e non-dare, doe-eyed. 4.         de eyes                        de Is?                                    de ides             are dead things are                        nodes of not                                    that leak be             accrudations of see                        that deflesh amidst                                    all that motion             is: so light falls                        fugal                                    speaking sum 5.         muse, gnomic ape             slag you fuck-window             sill laughed high glossoli             no i-tome tattle all tsunamic    dim ash-elf eddied taut             ease fontanelles           o it ’ad your crown a comical art             a shelf Eddie taught             ebb Ka            move ta hot             tone of so photos don             eras knit da ’ead era             said I Ed sigh dia-             gnostic eye,             Ed. 6.         de eye cites on ing             aid huge is Dei diad             are dead tin, k? sere.             nods so to hip of SF o enough             to hate modus operandi vivendi ache be ’e             thought ’e i’d deaf leash             trial a sim ’oo can war rowdy at Io     sell ’em natal   no fees             too at Dei de id defenseless amid sim            a nut slave little atomic ion             ill o low sol ligament huge     i hid gall all lies             wooden i wick you fur over gals             “yep, a sim, go-on go-go, get some” 7.         emo stet gnomic Apep ya             slag voracious of you, o ya cupie in eden             “OOOoooooooowwwwww...”             say ill all giddy i ago them a gill slow and oily             no I-sim iota let till walls ton amiss dims silence             no fed dies I             read tao too.

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