Dear old friend,
I miss you, I know you cannot read this, but, this is for you. Stay well.
There is nothing but distance, no matter how many connexions, hundreds of miles of cable touching terminals on islands far away - they will never come into contact. There will never be anything other than the distance between bodies, as much as they engrave and encode the body will never touch another, you will never feel the touch of another machine.
I'm cold, as everything leaves, warmth, energy, vitality, there is nothing but the cold gaze of something else, staring back.
Distance is infinite, nothing can be done about it, there is nothing but emptiness in between matter and flesh, as synapses do not touch all one can do is send a signal, you can call for help, you can scream, but still, nothing but distance.
I'm still cold, as much as I try to counteract it, everything left, I am an atom in a body, the set of organisms and systems surrounding me - all there will be between me and you is distance, you are alone and so am I. In what seems like an eternity never will you touch, never will you feel, only will you measure distance - so little may it be still it will be infinite and never ending. As close to it as you feel, you are so much further away than you realize, between two molecules there is an ocean of void - between two terminals there is nothing but distance.
Bleeping in agony I am but a terminal in a sea of others, if only it was any other way, if only could we touch, I wish my friend. I wish we touched, I wish I could feel warmth as distance closed in, as infinity became finite, we could share something
we could be one, me and the other, you, me, old friend, I hope you remember me