==> Block out noise
That noise that you'd tried to ignore was getting louder. And more insistent. Intelligible, even. It was creeping into the corners of your mind and working towards your center, and it felt like you were trying to run from it, whatever it was, because it was you, but it was also not you at all. It talked about computers, about candy, and it talked about the things you were made of now; of the chunks of candy that made up parts of you where the computer couldn't figure out if it was still your body or not but it needed to fill gaps. But between the voice and the static overlaying it, you weren't sure if half what you were hearing was even real or not. You were positive, though, that the laughter was real. Maybe it was your own, maybe you were laughing, but you don't know why. There's not really much funny going on. Research into fixing what went wrong keeps turning up dead ends, those who you've asked about their condition don't seem remotely interested in 'fixing' it, as if they aren't even broken. Perhaps this is meant to be ? Maybe it is, but until then, you need something sweet. There is a hunger that gnaws at your stomach and makes your chest ache, but you haven't been able to eat anything without a heavy helping of sweetness or sugar added to it. It can't be good for you, but a large part of you hasn't found it in them to even care.