>i told myself they could make me better
>so i met them half way
>and i was in my mind made real
>mirror images confronted me in cramped shifting corridors
>i brought them low and was rewarded when i found the end to the labyrinth
>my mind was tired back on the street
>my armor felt light as silk and my rifle like a pool toy
>their gift was strange and subtle
>it has been a day since they contacted me through the storm and i still feel light
>i am afraid to wonder if this change is temporary or not
>my new robots kept me strange company regardless
>wouldnt have been able to extract them without the gift i was given in the storm