I tried to fight the pull of the darkness as it wrapped itself around me, pulling me further and further away from the light. But it was useless.
I was losing myself to the machine.
Program Forty-Six activated, the robotic voice sounded inside of thoughts.
Volts of energy surged throughout my body, and I wanted to scream out in pain as the burning sensation traveled at full speed with no clear end in sight, but I didn’t.
Pain showed weakness, I reminded myself.
And weakness should a loss of control.
I was still here.
I was still present beneath the machine, and I wasn’t going to give up.