Sometimes I like to look around a classroom and try to guess how many of us are heavily drugged. I like the idea of a great mass of artificially normalised people, who can only function when they are in perfect chemical balance. It makes me feel like a scientific creation, with wires for brains and a petri dish instead of a heart. I really do not think I can write this final. If I was a robot, I wonder if I would run on batteries or be solar-powered.
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