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Description
Only a machine;
system updates, and
recharge,
scanning, and
error reports.
A virus or
two.
Generating the
appropriate responses
at the right times for
interaction.
Little voices in my
head,
telling me that we’re
processing, processing.
And a pause.
Upload
complete.
Data center
updated.

Only a fight;
Only meant for a machine.
No human would dare
walk into this
deathly place.
Does that mean I’m
not?
System
updating.
Process complete;
and instructions
in zeros and
ones flow from
an
unknown source.
Target
locked.
Loading.
Loading.
Fire.

Only a dream
During the fight
Only meant for a machine,
about one of the
men I-
--
We targeted
and killed on the
field
today.
He was
begging for
something.
I recall a voice
saying
‘data
not
found’
and there
was
a leakage
in his tear
ducts that
I recall thinking
needed repaired before
I realized
that
humanity did,
too.
That’s why I am
here.
But that dream was
off my circuits while they
were shut down and
charging for the
night and
on… On
nothing.
They were simply
there and when I woke up.
Well,
when I woke up I found my eyes leaking
something I’ve
never known before.
‘Data
not found’
I…
Yes,
I thought
Automatically.
Thought.
I -Without
Data- I found the word
Tears.

Only a life
Born from the dream
I had
During the fight
That is only meant for a machine
that I couldn’t get off
My…
My mind,
Yes my
mind that
night.
And I’ve never
been sure whether it was my life
or
the man in my
dreams who was
truly
born that night.
Because we’re both
permanently engrained in
the circuits that
are
being decommissioned and
shut down today.
I’m standing in
line for the machine that they
used for separating flesh from
machine, meant for
suicide
bombers.
It will incinerate
the flesh off the
machine so the
machine will still be
useful to… us.
I’m not sure what they’re going to do with the
voices they have on
me, but I suppose I’ll
still be alive in them,
the same way I was before
I was born
from that dream.

Description
Only a machine;
system updates, and
recharge,
scanning, and
error reports.
A virus or
two.
Generating the
appropriate responses
at the right times for
interaction.
Little voices in my
head,
telling me that we’re
processing, processing.
And a pause.
Upload
complete.
Data center
updated.

Only a fight;
Only meant for a machine.
No human would dare
walk into this
deathly place.
Does that mean I’m
not?
System
updating.
Process complete;
and instructions
in zeros and
ones flow from
an
unknown source.
Target
locked.
Loading.
Loading.
Fire.

Only a dream
During the fight
Only meant for a machine,
about one of the
men I-
--
We targeted
and killed on the
field
today.
He was
begging for
something.
I recall a voice
saying
‘data
not
found’
and there
was
a leakage
in his tear
ducts that
I recall thinking
needed repaired before
I realized
that
humanity did,
too.
That’s why I am
here.
But that dream was
off my circuits while they
were shut down and
charging for the
night and
on… On
nothing.
They were simply
there and when I woke up.
Well,
when I woke up I found my eyes leaking
something I’ve
never known before.
‘Data
not found’
I…
Yes,
I thought
Automatically.
Thought.
I -Without
Data- I found the word
Tears.

Only a life
Born from the dream
I had
During the fight
That is only meant for a machine
that I couldn’t get off
My…
My mind,
Yes my
mind that
night.
And I’ve never
been sure whether it was my life
or
the man in my
dreams who was
truly
born that night.
Because we’re both
permanently engrained in
the circuits that
are
being decommissioned and
shut down today.
I’m standing in
line for the machine that they
used for separating flesh from
machine, meant for
suicide
bombers.
It will incinerate
the flesh off the
machine so the
machine will still be
useful to… us.
I’m not sure what they’re going to do with the
voices they have on
me, but I suppose I’ll
still be alive in them,
the same way I was before
I was born
from that dream.