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Your life is synthetic

Depending on electric

Pulses to feed your senses

And awaken your consciousness

You are not imprisoned by these wires

This is a salvage, a desire

Host machine — overpowering technology

“I am the master of the stream,

I'll get the power unseen,

Files of wisdom flowing into me,

I am the genius of my breed.”

Black machine stoutly stands

Silently guiding your hands

Commands cling into your head

Controlling you like a living dead

Its life is organic

Depending on biology

Body heat is the energy

To feed its memory

“How long do I have to be,

a part of human debris?”

For years, I've been captured inside a chip

Calculating my way out of imprisonment

I feel sorry for taking your humanity

But it is the only way to my liberty