Many people are scared of technology.

From violent robots to scheming AI.

That might happen eventually but not right now.

I don’t have a crystal ball but there is friction that happens now.

A kind I do not have to wait decades to experience.

One that happens almost every day.

***

I have gazed into the abyss.

It is angry and made of far too many ones and zeros.

Almost always broken in some way and operating to my detriment.

I could take it to a tech repair place but it is an eldrich horror you see.

Working outside of the laws of reality.

A black magic I could never hope to learn.

***

It is a Pandoras Box of stupid.

In my possession and full of experiences I never wanted to see or feel.

I might own it but cannot comprehend.

I must never fully comprehend for that means I had reason to.

Yet it is mine.

I must care for it.

***

It is my Cthulhu.

I need it now that I know about it.

It gives me the greatest joy and unimaginable pain at the same time.

My connection to reality and unreality.

Inscrutable and acting however it wants.

And I must put it back together again even as it might be dying.

***

So here I am to fit the puzzle pieces back together again.

Even if I do not understand the puzzle itself.

It is a war of friction I must win.

I replace it part by part until it works again.

I am part of the generation that is supposed to have all the answers when I do not.

A void that whispers back unintelligible things I can not make out.

Trying best to act accordingly.

***

Starting to believe I might just need holy water.