Spent

The brain 

It does the best it can

But light as it is on its feet

It can’t always make it in a heartbeat 

So it calls up a friend

To take care of the backend

And clean up the mess

Before it begins

And finds a partner in crime

In the spine. 

And sometimes I wish

Good a partner as it may be,

The spine shared more of the brain’s workload

Because mine’s spent

Before I can afford it to

And I need a little more juice to push on

Come on, brain, come on

Me, I’m spent 

Somehow got to make it to the end

Might just stubbornly pull through

But man, I wish I could do that with you. 

Sentient

So I’ve been on autopilot for a while. All my brain can do right now, is fix values for numeric symbols. I probably don’t know my name anymore. Oh, and I’m unrealistically pumped up for my computer science proofs test tomorrow.

So now you probably think I’m ill.

It’s all the autopilot, and I blame everything on this buggy piece of sentient AI I’ve become over the week. Everything’s sort of been an if-then clause with me. It was five degrees yesterday—POSITIVE FIVE I KID YOU NOT!—and with all the snow melting around me, my natural reaction was to go out without a jacket. Most of you who’ve experienced winters before will tell you not to rely on the evening’s weather to be like the morning’s—that is deception at its finest!

But I did, and also being the metallic AI-in-a-machine that I am, I didn’t even realise it was cold as the sun went down.

My friend asked me how I was doing today, and I replied, I don’t know.

I don’t know? What does that mean? They asked.

I don’t know.

I came across a packet of nuts today that read the following description: Premium Salty Mix.

Running my beta autopilot software, I thought, just like me.

It took me about five minutes to realise that no kidding, I was right.

I’m a Premium Salty Mix (not to mention a messy one) right now.

And that is basically all I came here to write. I’m sorry if all you learnt today was this pointless fact.

And I’m switching back to autopilot mode. I’ll be back after my midterms, probably sentient.

Put me through the Turing test already! (Spoiler, I’ll probably fail on account of randomness.)

And that is all.