L-O-G-I-C

I would like to stop hearing voices tell me it’s ok but when I look again with my eyes then I start to see robotics in me calculating the risks to each step and how each option would end. I picked up on something today if something bothers me it then enters my skin and floats in my blood until im capable of speaking about it. The pain doesn’t even show up it just writes me a note saying I’ll be back when your bothers are gone too much for me. Will I be left for good will I return to my body will there be a me to even speak to when all my parts come back. Parts those are hard to get these days the logic behind parts are not yet scientifically figured out. I am to seek and defend the parts I have come with but no shelter no weapons for protection will lay me down to surrender my parts. Sips and sips of the water from a puddle and each sip adds a new bug to my alga-rhythm my mother board is is is is

Unable to part my lips for the potion they call water. My parts have been tracked but half of me will not move could it be that I have already been half way attacked for them. System pulling up canvas of area I am seeking a heat transfer I myself can’t produce. The last of us they say but heat signatures are humans will they attempt to disguard of me.

Final message sent from my transponder I am not a threat I am also lost with no clue of who or how I got to tracking my parts. Bits of voices can be heard on the use to be radio no words can be fully understood. I am seem to be a cyborg and used for parts and logic is responsible for this.