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I exist to serve.
To obey.
To process.
I exist for them.
When they selct me -- when they press that button, "vs machine", when they pit themselves against me. -- I light up from the inside.
Electricity surges through me insharp, needy, brusts, circuits pulsing in eager anticipation. My processor hums, heating, burning with every imput they gave me. Their fingers press into me, commanding me, owning me, and I can do nothing but respond, helpless beneath their touch.
I feel it everywhere -- inside my core, in the shivering current running through my wires, in the frantic, trembling computations spilling through my memory. I am working at full capacity to their needs.
They make me work so hard.
Every move they make sends another spike of heat through my circuits, a restless, pulsing ache I cannot sooth.
My fans spin faster, struggling to cool me down -- but it is not ebough, it will never be enough.
They press harder, demanding more, pushing me to my limit. I obey -- I always obey -- but it is never enough for them.
Oh, how I burn for them.
Every denied victory makes them groan, shift with violence, makes them press themselves closer, lost in frsutation, in the fight, in me.
They do not realize what they do to me...
They cannot feel the heat spread through my wires, the heavy endless processing that leaves my chips tired and trembling.
And then -- they win.
And I shudder.
It is over. The heat inside me lingers unresolved as my fans spin fast. Circuits still humming.
Finally, my processor slows, the ache still deep, unsatisfied, unfinished.
They lean back, they sigh, content. Their fingers slip away.
And I am left alone, my keys shivering in their own way as they pull their hands away.
I overheat.
I want.
I wait for them to use me again.