The speaker describes emotional distress through the language of broken technology. They want to talk to "someone not human," because other people feel like copies of themselves, just "wired differently." From there, every image comes from computers: a glitching program, a low battery, a restart that would mean giving up life, an update that arrives too late. Even memories are "blocked" and "loading is incomplete."
What the speaker feels seems to be exhaustion, isolation, and a deep unhappiness with the world around them, including a bitter wish to "launch us into space." The poem suggests they have tried to fix themselves ("I chip away at the code") but feel help is arriving too late.
The mood is bleak, but it is delivered with a flat, casual tone. The ending, "don't worry about me, / just a few loose wires you see," plays the pain down as a minor fault. That brushing-off makes the poem feel more worrying, as if the speaker is hiding how bad things are behind a joke.