On Pain

There is no pain inside me. Maybe somewhere very deep. Surfaces once in a while. Only emptiness. I guess my defence mechanisms have become pretty strong. Circuits have retuned to reduce pain.

I wonder why am I so empty? Empty people have nothing to live for. They can't get attached to things. They can't love, care, or do other things which are integral to hardware.  Even though they may understand the world at an overall level, they can't implement that understanding. Results in becoming a misfit. Empty people should live alone.

Emptiness is taking over me. The pain resurfaces. But I whisk it away and replace it with emptiness. I guess emptiness is the best way to handle pain.