Stoic
machine.
Arrival.
Emotionless.
Whirls and
twirls,
chugging
along.
Order.
Precision.
Thinking.
Intelligent.
Looking
about.
Seeing
what it
sees.
Confusion.
Emotion.
Illogic.
Wonders
why?
Why such
turmoil.
Destructive
turmoil.
Human
turmoil.
Emotion.
Bursting
destructive
emotion.
From a
different
world.
Different
place.
Emotionless
machine
watches.
Wonders.
What will
it do?
How
will it
proceed?
Comport?
Move
forward
in such a
place.
In a
world
of such
tumult?
Watching.
Biding
its time.
Decisions
to be
made.
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 19th, 2024 07:28
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
I sometimes wonder what’s in the heart of someone who is intent on creating a cylon.
Thank you kindly for reading my work
You're welcome!
But not yet John, humanity has yet to destroy itself!
Andy
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