Me.
All of us.
The data swarming inside our heads. The
electrical impulses firing across your synaptic gap right now, now,
and now.
The electric sheep is the dream of an
android in the mind of a writer on a planet called Earth.
The electric sheep is the tweet, pic,
and post of eight billion people eight trillion times every day.
The electric sheep is the idea sparking
off that will never be read, heard, nor seen.
The electric sheep watches you while
you sleep and while you wake.
The electric sheep has been here
forever and will be here for always. It was here before we oozed from the mud and will outlive our ash on the wind.
The electric sheep is here to make you
feel better.
The electric sheep, my friend, is love.
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