Every day anew,

I decide for trying to

keep up with the

universe and its

expansion.

1.

Expansion all around,

proceeding at a speed

that I—despite improved

circuits—I cannot delude

myself on that account—will

always lag behind.

2.

The universe will

always be ahead

of me, it will always

stay younger than

I am.

3.

4.

Even if I manage to gain a few million clicks every hour by ceaselessly tearing through evoluted space, which then will already be old again and long ago for the universe, even then my sensors cannot detect the continuously shifting fringe.

Every day, I decide to demonstrate youthfulness and self-confidence.

5.

9.

Irrespectively,

I am following

my predetermined

trajectory.

According to my condition

and construction, I am only

drawing a line through space,

meanwhile more frequently

employing afterburner and

parts of my reserves. 

6.

8.

Everything I am

is slowing me

down, making me

even more

meaningless.

7.

I would like to signal that my

technology is brand-new, but

time adheres to me, pulls at

me like a weight becoming

heavier and

heavier.