Internet-ghosts, death-demons, never-bullets, machines and no-machines, mirror-droids and their drones, like brain torpedo’s they shoot through the blagic mirror screen, they enter my mind … they become, they become who I am, black mirror clone machines.
I copy, I clone, the screen turns black, code no-where, mirror the shadowsphere, ancient blackness, past the time. Frozen light, they travel without knowing, without awareness, consciousness, memory, without body and with no mind, they enter the black mirror time- and spacemachine in their sleep – while death dreams, full tilt, boot twist, see, enter, break, instant clonation, the tripled version of their self remains where they are – no place, while their mirror clonemachine travels through the intermirrortime- and spacemachine.
During the trip, their conscious mind alters, their surrounding alters, their idea of individuality, perception and perspective everything about themselves and what they think of self alters, frozen like snowflakes they splitter into the mirror dimension, breaking against all reason and rational concepts. Whooshhhhh, Bling, Bang! Lost in the depths of cybertime, the mirror spacemachine has completely absorbed my identity, I remember nothing.
Target erased – mirror blank. Breaking through the looking glass, a familiar face appears in the mirror machine, a face I’ve never seen before, and still, it looks to me, as if I’ve known it my entire life. It is the face of the mirror machine.