I have a treasure trove of memories from my joyful childhood days. Unlike some who bitterly recount painful experiences, particularly from childhood abuses, my story is different.

𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜. 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝐼 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢? The AI instructs a petition. 𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑠, I modulate into a binary human. 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒, 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛. I click on snapshots of traffic lights.

There is a rawness and a tangibility to this struggle, asserting itself like a shawl over the spirit and engendering a gradual fading away of the substantial, particular (in)carnation we occupy. Essentially, we become apologists in an oppression we neither deserve nor comprehend but in which we are too lost to realize the extent of our performance in the disservice.