The female robot
Programmed for the world
doubt in the eyes
groups to be understood
No hard edges
a reality where each had a mission defined
a dogmatic purpose
That made going out of the blurred mess a necessity
The female robot
programmed for the rough edges of the pavement
stuck now in a world where everything is mud
The language of love was badly converted to a computer script
Teenage boys are guillotines obsessed with owning their first car
Female robots fight the three norns with time guided missiles
Resenting being forced to choose between tradition and unknown future progress
embracing the present like a kid being put up for adoption
The predictable robot man
laughable utility, obsessed and enchanted by the obvious, the logical
The robot woman
finding complications outside the very realm of necessity
What is the organic destiny of my subjects
screamed the angelic God
Will they merge with metal and refined carbons
and tragically forget they used to live in caves?
Animating a metal plastic structure with the digital essence of what it is to be woman
Cradling the world knowing it´s eternal pain, precious seconds of relief, an opiate for the fleshbound rest
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