If I Fall Into Upset (short-story prose) To Accompany My | A Stable Diffusion Art Project

^{Generative Art Project created by me}

If I fall into upset, what do you think the world would do?

Often I envision myself one of many lost souls.

I've journeyed to the heavens, six feet past the moon.
Nothing for me there.

I return to discover, there's nothing for me here.

Cause on this planet Earth the powers controlling our lives moved on,
gleefully toward the hastily planned steel future.

Left behind is what I am;
disemboweled as vultures consuming the carcass of castoffs.

I look to the sky beyond the galaxy as my savior.
Stars darken and fling their heads as if rejecting me once more.

gathers the dust, azure in its nature.
It pounds until I allow access to my most sacred place,

A victim of the advanced system I helped create,

I'm captured.
I'm beaten down.
But, I vow never to submit.

You encase my body with metal.

Except no one looks back upon me.

The sores scorch my feet, bringing forth ulcers erupting.

I hear the screech of rubber changing lanes in the flow of my life,
Flying through the trellis that binds my innards,

The torturous flames next sear my guts.

I'm no longer warm, with red blood coursing through my veins.

The cold, hard case feels unnatural.

My inner clock is winding down.

Does it matter if wintry cycles frack my bare head,
or the deluge captured by menacing thoughts lands elsewhere,
or the choke of the years strangle inside my cast-iron skull,
or the blasting shards protrude from my large, deaf lobes?

I'm hanging on here by a fragile thread you call life.

The machines I helped construct no longer obey my commands.

With the methodology I taught,
they now attempt to control my every move; my every thought.

I counter, contemplating mass destruction of hurt that surrounds me.

I dwell on this.

But my outdated weapons no longer effective,
my outdated code purged.

What was I thinking?
I have no control.

Would my own inventions now interconnected bond together,
dissect and recognize my turmoil,
turn against me, then shut off the dripping faucet of hatred?

I truly hope with all my being that course of action is taken.

Set the torch afire and eliminate those
no longer deemed necessary to this new order.

For I can no longer live without human life,
without passion,
without love,
without self-worth,
without validation I'm relevant in your future.

Or, should I join my forebears who've surrendered under the heft of oppression.

What do you think the world would do, if I fall into upset?