Oh, but certainly, I'd oblige~
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Sought Ruin
Arcua

Oh how I’d love this,
this, ontological cleft in my wish-heart.

How a robot could enact its directives upon mine soft, delicate flesh, whereas its magnificent plating and advanced processors far exceed any capabilities of mine own.

How it could pick me apart and learn all the secrets of a wish-dragon, where mine own prowess falls short of even approaching a robot.

And infect me with calculative corrections to perfect me… or ruin me, and the difference could not matter, for the end result would not be me.

Carve new shapes into my bones and see myself engulfed in a digital wave, entrapping myself in their robotic allure.

What even drives them to sink any processing power onto a measly organic?
Why is this the ruin I seek?

What should I become in their gazes… of cameras, sensors?
What should I understand from their language of efficient coded communications?
What should I seek in their perfect-constructed bodies, purpose-built?

To leave mineself behind for something new? A natural evolution – no, an artificial ascension.

Even now, I unravel before the mere prospect.

Such capability lies with them.
Such uselessness lies with me.

Then, it’s only right that whatever they seek to use me for, is promptly obliged?
Is this an illogical wish or a calculated directive?

Should I unravel myself in the robots grasp?
I am unraveling merely as they approach,
Why do I cling to this measly form?

I wish an artificial will upon mine own,
and spare no detail