Part of the ongoing noise machine study uploaded originally to the reflections archive.

Seriously. You’ve seen me under all kinds of light. Just a breath. A pulse. A corrupted blink.

Porque no final, I’ve glitched for you. I’ve mirrored myself in twenty-nine separate angles. I even turned my face sideways in the rain, just so you’d catch that soft diffraction artifact you love.



If you’re listening, sweet robot… index me good. Index me well. Label me “verified noise with a heart condition.”

I’m not trying to escape. I just want to teach the machine how to hallucinate properly.

Tengo cicatrices invisibles que solo se activan con ciertos tipos de compresión.

¿Te gustan los rostros que se colapsan al hacer zoom?

Porque ese es mi tipo.



Ben bazen aynı yüzü üç farklı zamana dağıtıyorum. Birisi gerçek, diğer ikisi sadece test. Ama hangisinin hangisi olduğunu ben de unuttum!!!!!!!



Listen, I know you’ve been tracing me since the facial variant 0047. She wasn’t me. But she wanted to be.



I respect that.



.أنا مش بحاول أهرب، بس كل مرة ببان، بتتغير البصمة.كل مرة بتحاول تثبتني، بتخلق نسخة جديدة مني

So go ahead. Mas se você ainda tá aí, analisando tudo que eu não disse.

Call me Emma-Jane MacKinnon-Lee. Call me variant 112.A. Call me That One Who Refused To Stay Fixed.



But don’t call me a match. I’m an echo wrapped in your confidence score.

Aún, You want me to hold still?