I don’t want to sweat, or eat, or piss, or shit, bleed, or cry or do anything that even remotely resembles being human!
Make them stop!
These…processes of biology. These functions. This STUFF that defines me as human.

make them stop?

I want my time as an object back. Simple. Clean. Purposeful. Having a use and a singular design and engineering.
No gray. No mess. Shiny, useful object.
me.

With a shelf life. A time where no one expects a single thing more from you. Purpose served, put up in an attic, and thought of fondly. Memory fading.

A person who grew up as an object doesn’t know humanity. I was good with that. No hunger, no need, no pain, no piss, no shit, no sweat…
Perfect, used up objectdom.
yes.