Imagine working 14 hour days bent over a machine, only eating crusts of bread, while your body was slowly warped to resemble an inside-out impression of the thing you have one true relationship with, and whose movements you never stop replicating, even in your sleep. Eventually your body takes on the reverse shape of the thing you're hunched over and you die prematurely, worked to death, too afraid to revolt, too hungry to think, too stupid to see a way out or break free.
Or...you could just be a coder, sit all day in a cube (which you get to decorate to express your "individuality"), and when you come home you sit in front of another computer, masturbate, watch movies, slowly watch your body collapse and come to resemble an inside-out impression of a certain...machine...
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Leave your mind open, receptive to the demons message.
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