My name is Optimus Prime
by Jelena Savić

 
Technology wounds me in a shape of Z
You are frozen 
Jo, I lost you 
It’s your voice 
The best words in the best order 
Order wounds me
I am lying at the bottom of the stares, dead, in a shape of Z

Seeker of truth 
I am not a seeker, nor am I The Witcher
I don’t know who I am between non-human species animalistic monsters cut down 
by the masculine Caucasian sexy white man conquering the Nature and autobots 

Optimus Prime, I am fragmented in the oceans of 0s and 1s
T …w  ….a….  m….  y …s……. a 

We lost you again 

In the corn field of planetary servers, Gypsy designed, in a second, a red poopy flower pops 
Jo Clement is a host now 
I am back 
Back to black 

Origins of words are sleepy sloppy slurps 

How desiring computers can heal hurting technology wounds in a shape of Z?
Our origin as Roma women Zigeuner 
Wordly origins 
Is my world of words? Body hurts.
I am not a post-structuralist 
I am already posthuman transhumanist desire
I am Optimus Prime, a sentient robotic lifeform from the planet Cybertron 

Machines of desire to 
Remedy 
Rectify 
Margins 
Past 
Disconnected from my home planet 
A dark hole above European=White=Christian extending in eternity

Machines of desire to heal technology wounds on colonial English not my mother tongue 
weblining, access, bias, whiteness, data mining, harvesting, surveilling 
Postterritorial colonialism 

#datafyme

Blackness is not nothing, it is a screensaver, it saves screens from their pixel cells dying off 
They are mitochondria  

Playing with the master’s tools hurts, 
Words fall into shredding machines cutting them to syllables 
They fall into darkness 
You shall not pass 
Content bleeding
Splash splash 

It's all about words and lost voices echo echo echo 
Roma voice shredded in Mb 

Subaltern is not talkative when it is obliged to perform subaltern hurtful voicing 
Optimus Prime homesick self-configuring robotic lifeform
My desiring machine 
A remedy for the ills of the past  
Accessible identity commodified 
Long overdue, late humanization, and late again posthumanist outcast 

Open access platforms now exist privatized, harvesting Gypsy pain
Enter humanity in the transhuman time of the Deep state and the Empire and post-
coloniality

Now again, will it be the dark alleys of the dark net for us underdogs in this Divide?
Inaccessible technology overrides online story about Roma identity 
We exist in modal worlds, that is the only possibility now 
In a delay of the present becoming the past at the same time as the present 
"It will be the best party ever" other lower techno species screams into the screen 
at the children of Roma inclusion   

Lost synchronicity and shredded non-EU postcommunist identity 
Me is not me it never was me there is no me 
A stolen second of non-identity 
#Zoom
Voice will tell you where to go

Waiting for the zoom voice from the past to the future 
Battery is at 55% 
Still, let the phone do it 
Maybe it will let me in 
Maybe it will treat me better 
Mobile optimization of life we continue to dream 
Let us in! They scream offended in front of the gates of the land of opportunities 
but without choices in non-augmented G life 
It's up to Google really 

Ah 
Technology 
I will be back in a moment if I disappear 
Devoured by technology and reborn 
digitalized on a server 
You have been served, madam!

Technology does not resist, it is the master 
No, no, it’s a push back, these are just little binary microagressions 
Denial, desire to belong to the world of good white people, AI, and robots 

My camera is having a breakdown, Sarah says 
She must be a female like Alexa having her camera PMS or something 
Maybe they are also oppressed and have bionic resisting hormonal self-harming desire 

Technology happens to me, it just happens as PMS 
Technology wounds me

But my name is Optimus Prime 
And I continue sending a massage to any surviving autobots among the stars 
We are here
And we are waiting