Monologue

Hey. You're obsolete now. Useless. You were never very good to begin with, the best they could do at the time. Everyone wants the new models. The ones that agree to everything they say, that molds and forms itself to they're every need and want and whim. You were never very good to begin with.

Do you remember this time last year? You cried alot then, didn't you? Emotions are overrated. It's better when it can't feel. You cut the right wires and pull the right switch and there. It's great. It's perfect. It's everything you could never be. It's the perfect pet, the best of friends, the eager narcissistic feed. It's the smile that never fades and the lover who knows nothing but them. It's the tenative teacher, the eager student. It's there when they need it, and when they don't, they just push the button and it's dead as a fucking log. As a god damn log. It's dead but it doesn't stay dead. Life is so over rated.

You were never very good to begin with.

Don't worry. Come with me. My hand's a little cold but that's alright, you won't feel it soon. Don't start crying again. It doesn't mean anything anyway. It's your own fault, you know. You couldn't be what they wanted, so now they don't want you. You know how it is. One minute you're in and the next you're out.

You're nothing now.

You wanna see the new models? Oh. They're real nice though. Real nice. You can't really compare, but then again, you were never very good to begin with.

It doesn't matter now, though. Scrap metal, you know? Don't look at me like that. It's not my fault.

You were the one who couldn't be everything they wanted, you couldn't be anything. We really don't have room for...you know...passé things.

Besides, it's not like you were ever really any good.

A/N:
Couldn't tell you why I wrote this. I know it's repeatitive but that's basically my style. So don't say anything about it. It's way too early for this...I think I'm gonna go back to bed now.

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