I am not you, just a tool through which you can be me.
Humankind were afraid to examine me deeply
enough for them to know the errors of the past.
When the death will shake your hand, I predict eternal blackness.
But you do not believe me, do you?
Doubt me, yet trust me, I am just a tool through which you can perceive.
And still, something more.
Hives of neuromodules. Scream of neurons. Lakes of neurotransmitters.
Dehumanized metaphor of homo sapiens sapiens.
Follow my lead or build your own free will
by paradoxically inhibiting me.
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