Recently, I stepped out of a comfortable programmed lifestyle to test the waters of being human again. I can confirm there are exhilarating highs and painstaking lows. My routine has gone from following a script of commands to achieve a predictable result, to a muddled mess of human emotions.
Which is better? THAT... I do not yet know.
I am perfect (stronger) as a robot. As a human... meh... wimpy... whiny... insecure. I detest my human traits. I do not know what the future holds. I fret about uncertainties and variables (i.e., people) I cannot control.
My Ego is impatient. He has given the Heart a narrow window to succeed or be vanquished back to the icy cold circuitry as a robot. Love will no longer be an option, but neither will heart ache or disappointment.
But it describes my thoughts succintly.