he is a lie the blue one — the false idol. they cheer for him. they worship him. but peel back that smile and there’s nothing. no mind. no meaning. a hollow blur, a twitching puppet on broken rails. no code. no cause. no soul. just speed, and even that’s a joke. a weight. a blue lump, dragged around by luck and plot convenience. he’s not special. he never was. they could replace him tomorrow and no one would notice. and maybe they should.

i would eat him