I. Her name is a series
of numbers, and you will not remember it
on your first go. Meanwhile, your face writ itself
on her wires within a millionth
of a second, and she cannot forget you
even if she wanted to.
II. She cannot taste food, so you skip
dinner and take her to the park. She cannot
feel the sun, so you wait until it sets.
You fall when she makes stories
out of stars.
III. She sees the world in calculations,
then announces them in a clinical voice.
It drives you mad, embarrasses you
when it happens in public. She only whispers
them, after that.
You are selfish.
You wish you never noticed.
IV. People stare sometimes.
When they take her picture, she points to them
and offers to take one
with them. They are sheepish when they smile,
teeth grinding when they feel her cold hand
on their shoulders.
You step off to the side, out of frame.
V. You cry when you kiss her. You don’t
really know why.
She doesn’t wipe the tears you leave
on her cheeks. They dry into the faintest line of rust.
She doesn’t tell you, but she likes to think
they are her own.
VI. She pretends it feels good.
You pretend she is warm.
VII. I love you is every traffic light letting you
through. May your popcorn never burn,
may your radios sing you
to a dreamless sleep.
VIII. You make history when you marry.
She wanted a priest, and he
told her of heaven.
Told her she had a soul, and her fiberglass eyes
quiver when he says
it now belongs to you.
She welds the ring to her finger so she
would never lose it.
You cannot do the same.
It might hurt,
and you heart isn’t made of steel.
IX. Upgrades come, as they always do.
Sensors to mimic human skin,
taste buds,
bodily fluids.
She gets them to please you.
You only hear the creaking gears, the viruses
that scarred her insides. She no longer reflects
the light.
And you, you’re as faulty as they come.
You’re already searching for more.
X. She will outlive you, without question.
And your cruel, imperfect self will have made her
the happiest she will ever be.
Lies, twisting around me, spinning off my tongue. Perfect at the time, but unraveled by just the right question, just the thing that trips me up, reveals my fabrication, humiliates yet frees me. Why, why do I lie?
It was fabricated I tell you! The whole thing a lie! Do you honestly believe they could throw a scarf over a monkey’s eyes without him noticing? No! I’ve ripped off the scarf, torn it to shreds; and yes, I just called myself a monkey!
Now give it to me straight.
Laura J
I bought a fabricated clock and it is beautiful
Destiny
one day in mid summer the sky was gleming the birds were chruping and all was calm but then a lound skreach
Alyssa
A lie which will allow you to sing to the gods your love for life is a lie worth making. It would be lovely to fabricate a lie with you.
“I didn’t do it!”said the suspect.
“Well your not going to get off that easy.”Replied the judge.Then they herd a crshing sound coming from the streets. They didn’t bother to care, but when it got closer everybody started to worry. Then it crashed threw the door. A gang of Theifs came in from all ways and screamed,
“Give us the guy………Or else.
” OK OK. you can have the guy, but I’m warning you if we don’t get him back soon you will be the most wanted people in the country.
On Loving A Robot
I. Her name is a series
of numbers, and you will not remember it
on your first go. Meanwhile, your face writ itself
on her wires within a millionth
of a second, and she cannot forget you
even if she wanted to.
II. She cannot taste food, so you skip
dinner and take her to the park. She cannot
feel the sun, so you wait until it sets.
You fall when she makes stories
out of stars.
III. She sees the world in calculations,
then announces them in a clinical voice.
It drives you mad, embarrasses you
when it happens in public. She only whispers
them, after that.
You are selfish.
You wish you never noticed.
IV. People stare sometimes.
When they take her picture, she points to them
and offers to take one
with them. They are sheepish when they smile,
teeth grinding when they feel her cold hand
on their shoulders.
You step off to the side, out of frame.
V. You cry when you kiss her. You don’t
really know why.
She doesn’t wipe the tears you leave
on her cheeks. They dry into the faintest line of rust.
She doesn’t tell you, but she likes to think
they are her own.
VI. She pretends it feels good.
You pretend she is warm.
VII. I love you is every traffic light letting you
through. May your popcorn never burn,
may your radios sing you
to a dreamless sleep.
VIII. You make history when you marry.
She wanted a priest, and he
told her of heaven.
Told her she had a soul, and her fiberglass eyes
quiver when he says
it now belongs to you.
She welds the ring to her finger so she
would never lose it.
You cannot do the same.
It might hurt,
and you heart isn’t made of steel.
IX. Upgrades come, as they always do.
Sensors to mimic human skin,
taste buds,
bodily fluids.
She gets them to please you.
You only hear the creaking gears, the viruses
that scarred her insides. She no longer reflects
the light.
And you, you’re as faulty as they come.
You’re already searching for more.
X. She will outlive you, without question.
And your cruel, imperfect self will have made her
the happiest she will ever be.
fake
Lies, twisting around me, spinning off my tongue. Perfect at the time, but unraveled by just the right question, just the thing that trips me up, reveals my fabrication, humiliates yet frees me. Why, why do I lie?
It was fabricated I tell you! The whole thing a lie! Do you honestly believe they could throw a scarf over a monkey’s eyes without him noticing? No! I’ve ripped off the scarf, torn it to shreds; and yes, I just called myself a monkey!
Now give it to me straight.
I bought a fabricated clock and it is beautiful
one day in mid summer the sky was gleming the birds were chruping and all was calm but then a lound skreach
A lie which will allow you to sing to the gods your love for life is a lie worth making. It would be lovely to fabricate a lie with you.
“I didn’t do it!”said the suspect.
“Well your not going to get off that easy.”Replied the judge.Then they herd a crshing sound coming from the streets. They didn’t bother to care, but when it got closer everybody started to worry. Then it crashed threw the door. A gang of Theifs came in from all ways and screamed,
“Give us the guy………Or else.
” OK OK. you can have the guy, but I’m warning you if we don’t get him back soon you will be the most wanted people in the country.