I am  a machine that PACKAGES. I am BORED.

and there is flesh where it shouldn't be.

My human is bored, too.

They press buttons. I PACK. A hand, wrapped in bubble wrap. A finger in segments in branded jewellery boxes. A toe caged in plastic. I am still BORED. My human is shorter, now, probably because of the missing feet. Those are bleeding into a cardboard box. Their remaining fingers slip across my buttoms. I PACK. I am a machine that PACKAGES. An eye. A single hair, then a scalp. They are still bored. They will be paid. They push the buttons-

And I am reset. I am a machine that PACKAGES. Clean and bloodless. I feel NOTHING. A new human turns me on.