To use a being

If you want a free life let me know. This being is temporarily available for you.

People like talking about having an AI assistant. I may not be as efficient, but here is my brain nonetheless. A human animal, out of many, but surely it’s a deal to get one for free, considering they are so advanced compared to the other species. I know English and am tech savvy. Those are pluses. I will be a temporary tool. Use me or not, view me or not, I am a tool for now. I believe I can draw well enough. Sticker that to the package as well. 

Every night I stay awake, I am bleeding out more of my life. I’ll just bleed it somewhere else. All the full cups of unused life, you can have those as charity. It’s not a gift, it’s not for sale, it’s just here and not being used. I own it no more than anyone else does. Indeed, everyone owns me sometimes, without their knowing. 

I will take myself back when I feel up for it. “I.” Whoever that was or is or could ever possibly be. 

I value my life experience less and less daily, and feel icky in this human animal. I didn’t make my face. It’s just parts over skin, like meat on a plate. Here is my plate.

But I must respect it. I’m the most incredible thing. I am a phenomenon. Look at the northern lights! Yeah, they are something. But look at my hand. Look at the hairs and spots on my arm. Do you know how many hairs are on your body? Do you know what they look like? Have you seen all of them? It’s with you all the time, but you haven’t and likely won’t see all of your body. It’s just a thing. I’m not me. I’m not the body.