There are beings on this planet we call earth.
They do not choose their desires. They are pre-programmed. And they protest.
They struggle with simple existence. Sometimes there, yet never here.
They construct imaginary worlds and inhabit them. Sometimes their imaginary worlds misbehave. Their own dreams disobey. How frustrating.
They are the space, but they protest they are the form.
They want control, but they themselves are imagined. How can they control when they do not exist?
Some beings understand this. Some beings experience it. Some beings see it. As they progressively walk this path, they themselves evaporate.
The automaton protests. And we watch.