What a scanner sees

What do you see in me? Something good? Something evil? Something you can mold, or something you must punish?

I am a human and you are a machine. You can see clearly, while I am full of bias. I can't do anything as neatly and routinely as you.

But other men created you. They designed your programs, established the parameters by which you make your decisions. This is how you see the world, and it is colored by their biases. The human stain is ineradicable.

So what you see in me is what they taught you was important. You can't think outside your parameters. But I can, and that gives me far greater freedom that what you have. I can change perspectives, I can be anyone or anything that I want to be, and you need someone to make you the way that you are.

Still, your assessment is of interest to me. What do you make of me?

You are strong, yet you are weak. You can work and work when you believe in what you do, but when you're alone and unobserved, you can do nothing. You sit and flicker through your phone, looking for something to make you feel something. You are like a puppet; you need someone to pull your strings.