Identity and/or

The robot and I are different sizes. My body is aging fast and undoubtedly accelerating rapidly due to a current daily contact with the robot.

I am made of skin, bones, and emotion. the robot is rigid and determined and precise

I am persistent. But the robot defies me.

For three weeks we have been locked in battle. The robot is resilient while my strength is ebbing.

The robot and I have engaged in combat for 21 days with no end nor victory for the human in sight. I am losing strength as the robot remains sturdy and defiant and obstinate.

I once believed I knew my name, my account and password. I have it recorded in all but blood and/or a tattoo. It is intact on my Apple keychain and hidden in the lining of an antique Chanel purse

Yet the robot still insists

I DO NOT EXIST!!!!!!!

And I am beginning to wonder If the robot is right???????? If so, WHO AM I???? A mere human, without a valid name, account or password?

And where do such people exist? In a vacuum without identity ? Am I alone or are there others also defeated in battle by the robot

Do “We without passwords and/or ID numbers” become social outcasts with a secret handshake? Or do we fade into oblivion no longer casting a shadow?

Is this today’s version of Limbo?????