[ WP ] In the 2030 's , nanobots in our brains make us godlike . You are trying to use your godlike mind to solve a problem , but you are struggling to tell your own thoughts from those coming over your Mindbook feed .

I thought, struggled, and tangled myself in my own thoughts, that is, when I was able to tell me own thoughts from the devouring voices of pain, they called, screamed, and yelled `` I'm nigerian prince with money for you! ``, `` Meet hot singles in your area today! ``, `` Doctors hate him! ``, they went on and on, I felt the need to scream, to scream within a prison of my own mind. 
 
 The clock was ticking, and I was being pressured and pressured into the questions, the voices of the stream wanted to burst out of my head, but I was struggling, struggling with my life to keep the monster in its cage, I gazed a gazely stare at the sheet of paper that had become the bane of my life, it was then that I wished that I had died a long long time ago. 
 
 I stood up and stumbled like an injured ox to the corner of the room, slamming my sweaty palms on the moldy wallpaper of the dull room, I was under a cocktail of emotions, anger, sadness and confusion spewed upon my existence, the harsh reality of my actions was being poured into my soul. 
 
 Pilot, a teacher from The Tech Nexus opened the door, his eyebrows furrowed at the sight of my misery, which at this moment was acutely displayed by my fetus position, crying, murmurs and wails. 
 
 `` LEAVE ME ALONE, LEAVE ME ALONE, I DO N'T WANT SINGLES, PLEASE.'' I screamed, the poor man falling back at the sight, I turned looking at him, suddenly devoid of emotions, this only made him more frightened as I stepped forward, fists clenched. 
 
 I stood up, continuing my even stride towards him with eyes so wide that my eyelids seemed to have disappeared, as I reached the unstable man 
 
 I had given up, I put my arms on his shoulders, putting my face up close to his, I gazed a gazely stare, I spoke into his eyes. 
 
 **'' We must have died alone, a long long time ago. `` ** 
 
 I sank my pen into his neck, his huff of questioning at my earlier remark deformed into a shriek midway, I did not regret it, I felt forgiveness, I was clearly stressed, I had to channel the feelings of anger within me, the chip in my brain stopped sending trash into my throat, and instead began to send alerts to the local law enforcement, I knew what I had to do to stop my pain, and I was going to keep doing it, again and again, and no one was to stop me. 
 
 With that conclusion, I smashed a window open with a bloody hand and hopped down, laughing in ecstasy.
