Replace my brain with microchips and plastic and rechargeable batteries. The near-silent hum of electricity will be the only sign that I have exchanged an unpleasantly organic mass of neurons and imbalanced chemicals with a far simpler and cleaner mechanical mainframe. I will upload, download, defragment, copy, paste, and delete as I please. My processor will not slow and stall and stutter because of a lack of serotonin. I can back up every precious and terrible moment on two separate drives, one in a Swiss bank account and the other hidden under my bed; I will never lose a single memory in a seldom-used neural pathway and every joy and sorrow will be at my fingertips. I will never forget a face or a name or the words someone spoke to me that seemed so insignificant until they slipped away and left a vague sense of loss in their place. Every piece of software I can add to my digital self means less chance of confusion or pain or suffering of another human being caused by my own insensitivity or lack of self-control. Every line of code mimicking emotions and hormones can be affixed or deleted to cultivate a better woman than the one I am able to be on my own.
“Many of us may not even be aware of the language people with a disability consider to be appropriate. For example, ‘people with a disability,’ or ‘person with a disability’ are considered much more preferable than ‘the disabled’ - which ignores the vital reality that we are all people first!”
It’s the sense of touch.
In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you.
We’re always behind this metal and glass.
I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something.

Pay attention and take notes, kids. The skater-girl alter ego is gone and we’re back to good old SammaGhoul, aka Psuedo Orwell, aka me. When I’m not being a pissy bitch, I like to promote tolerance, happiness, humanitarianism, all-encompassing love, and the promotion of the life philosophy that “It’s all good.”