Step inside the tank and plug the wire,And live a life of pure and perfect bliss,Attain the peak of every deep desire,Without the sting of what you love and miss.You will believe you wrote the epic book,You will believe you climbed the highest peak,But you are just a brain within a nook,Floating in liquids, motionless and weak.If pleasure is the only good we trace,Then why do we recoil from the machine?Because we crave the world's authentic face,And not a synthetic, programmed dream.We choose the rocky path of grief and pain:To truly be is better than to gain.
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