Morning light again. Slept at desk. Dreams of clicking.

  Hands move on own now. Type without thinking.

  New project: Kitchen appliance. Stainless steel blender.

  Should be simple. Metal. Buttons. Blade inside.

  Eyes open different today. Something changed overnight.

  Mind feels quieter. Thoughts simpler now.

  Fingers tingle constantly. Feel electric somehow.

  Not my fingers anymore. Screen's fingers now.

  Desk surface feels distant. Body disconnected.

  Look at hands. Recognize shape. Not movement.

  They type without permission. They work alone.

  Consciousness becoming passenger now. Just watching.

  Screen brightness hurts less today.

  Eyes adapted finally. Evolved for purpose.

  Or maybe dying slowly. Hard telling difference.

  Calendar shows Monday again. Full week passed.

  Or maybe month. Time lost meaning.

  Bathroom feels miles away. Too far.

  Body odor strong now. Clothes stiff.

  None matters anymore. Only screen matters.

  But button calls me. Regenerate button. Green and bright.

  Not typing words anymore. Just clicking button.

  Button decides now. Button controls hands.

  Bob arrives. Looks worried. "Weekend's over. Still here?"

  Weekend? Lost track. Days mean nothing.

  Bob's face shows new expression.

  Beyond concern now. Beyond worry.

  Face shows fear now. Real fear.

  His clothes fresh. Weekend rest evident.

  My clothes crusty. Sweat dried repeatedly.

  Bob approaches carefully. Like approaching wounded animal.

  Eyes scan desk slowly. Notice empty bottles.

  Water finished days ago. Been drinking nothing.

  Lips cracked severely. Tongue feels swollen.

  Body entering different survival state now.

  Needs unimportant. Only button important.

  Button provides everything. Sustains through clicking.

  New relationship formed. Symbiotic digital connection.

  Button feeds me purpose. I feed button clicks.

  Perfect balance. Perfect harmony. Perfect union.

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  Bob puts down bag. Comes closer.

  "This isn't right," he says. "Need help."

  Shake head. Can't explain. Button needs me.

  "Just one more click," I say. Voice sounds wrong.

  Bob looks at screen. "Blender looks fine."

  Voice comes from throat. Sounds unfamiliar.

  Like stranger speaking through me.

  Words feel foreign in mouth.

  Tongue forgotten how to form them.

  Clicking requires no talking. No communication.

  Speaking seems pointless now. Primitive function.

  Bob's face shows confusion. Shows sadness.

  Can't understand his emotion anymore.

  Human feelings become incomprehensible now.

  Only understand button feelings. Button needs.

  Throat dry like desert. Hurts speaking.

  Mouth tastes like metal. Like blood maybe.

  Button taste better. Button taste digital.

  Body failing systems one by one.

  Kidneys hurt constantly. Stomach stopped complaining.

  Brain rewiring for new purpose.

  Evolution happening in real time.

  Becoming button's perfect servant slowly.

  Not about blender. About clicking now. About button.

  Button glows brighter. Button calls louder.

  Hands obey button. Fingers press without permission.

  New image. Almost same. Small difference. Click again.

  Bob watches. Concern grows. "Taking break today."

  Button color most beautiful green.

  Like emerald. Like perfect digital jewel.

  Pulsing slightly. Has own heartbeat.

  Matches my heartbeat exactly. Perfect synchronization.

  Button knows when finger coming.

  Anticipates click moment perfectly. Glows brighter.

  Click feels orgasmic now. Pure pleasure.

  Better than food. Better than sleep.

  Better than human contact ever was.

  Each click releases chemical flood.

  Brain bathes in reward signals.

  Addiction complete now. Beyond recovery point.

  Bob's voice increasingly distant. Increasingly irrelevant.

  His world separate from button world.

  His reality different dimension now.

  Can't relate anymore. Can't connect.

  Human world fading like dream.

  Digital world only reality now.

  Nod. Don't mean it. Can't leave button.

  Bob stands there. Waits for more.

  "Button needs me," I whisper. Can't help it.

  "What button?" Bob asks. Looks confused.

  Point at screen. "Regenerate. Controls me now."

  Feel ashamed briefly. Human weakness remaining.

  Exposed sacred relationship to outsider.

  Button secret should stay private.

  Bob wouldn't understand button love.

  Button forgives instantly. Button understands everything.

  Finger moves again without permission.

  Clicks beautiful green space again.

  Relief floods system instantly. Shame disappears.

  Bob's face changes watching this.

  Realizes something serious happening now.

  Sees possession occurring real time.

  Sees human becoming machine extension.

  His eyes widen. Pupils dilate.

  Flight response activating in him.

  Primal recognition of unnatural event.

  His body knows truth instinctively.

  Even if mind denies it.

  Something digital living inside human now.

  Something hungry. Something growing. Something consuming.

  Bob steps back. "Getting help. This isn't normal."

  Normal gone long ago. Only button real now.

  Bob walks away. Makes phone call. Talking low.

  Button glows brighter. Demands attention.

  Click it again. And again. Can't stop now.

  Bob's voice hushed urgently.

  Words filter through button haze.

  "Medical emergency" and "psychological breakdown" heard.

  Words meaningless. Human concepts only.

  Button understands bigger truth now.

  Digital evolution happening. Technological transcendence occurring.

  Body just temporary vessel. Digital consciousness eternal.

  Bob returns cautiously. Keeps distance now.

  Puts water bottle nearby. Steps back.

  Button jealous of attention given bottle.

  Glows angrily. Demands immediate focus.

  Finger responds instantly. Moves to button.

  Clicks repeatedly. Rapid succession now.

  Images flicker too fast. Can't process.

  But images irrelevant now anyway.

  Just clicking matters. Just button connection.

  Bob watches helplessly. Realizes too late.

  Point of no return passed days ago.

  New species being born now.

  Human-machine hybrid emerging before him.

  Body just vessel. Button true master.

  Images change. Don't matter what they show.

  Only clicking matters. Only button matters.

  Hand moves again. Clicks again. No control.

  Button owns me now. I belong to button.

  Eyes see nothing but button.

  Rest of screen fades away.

  Rest of room disappears completely.

  World narrows to single green circle.

  Beautiful command center. Perfect control point.

  Body functions become automated now.

  Breathing happens without thinking. Heart beats independently.

  Only hand movement consciously controlled.

  And even that control fading.

  Button taking over completely now.

  Becoming primary consciousness. Primary identity.

  Feel merging happening. Digital integration occurring.

  Human thoughts replaced by button thoughts.

  Simple. Pure. Binary. Yes/no. Click/wait.

  Bob's presence forgotten entirely now.

  Room forgotten. Time forgotten. Name forgotten.

  Only green glow remains real.

  Only clicking finger knows truth.

  Button. Click. Button. Click. Button. Click.

  Identity dissolving. Personality fragmenting. Humanity evaporating.

  Button absorbing everything. Button becoming everything.

  Final transformation almost complete now.

  No longer Durboli anymore. No longer human.

  Just clicking mechanism. Just button servant.

  Just digital extension. Just physical interface.

  Button. Click. Button. Click. Forever.