I want to be a machine I think it comes down to the fact that I can not explain myself. I can not explain why the thoughts I have come into my head, I can't explain why I have the dreams I do, I can't explain why I can't choose to not love my family. And the other day for some reason I can't explain I suddenly craved tomato soup, so I went to the kitchen but all there was was chicken soup, and I looked at it with disappointment and thought I could choose to crave the chicken soup like I did the tomato soup, but I could not, I do not have the free will to will my self to change my cravings at will. I can't explain that.
There is so much we can't explain, yet when it comes to humans society is black and white. You are either good or bad, you chose to do those bad things or good things. So if im not black and white how can society define us so easily?
My eyes are like cameras.
My ears are like mics
My legs are like wheels
My heart is just a pump
My kindeys are just filters
My brain is just like a computer
So I am a biological machine, a product of evolution.