Transmitter wrote this in the early evening:

Tiny bugs scurry in and out of my keyboard,
Nanites crawling out commands
with the click clicking of mechanical legs.

Infected by tangible viruses.
Silicon carapaces shield my attacks.
I am defenseless.

I lay still as the miniature creatures move under my fingernails
and through my hands, float up my arteries and burrow into my synaptic centers.

My skin flickers with the movement of the silver army.
My body is a shell, a replication of my possessors.
I am only an observer now of my memetic movements.

My fingers click clicking at the keyboard –

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