Paul Stukowski, May 04, 2006
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The clicks and the whirls
and the beeps and buzzers
all lie against the fact.
There is no loss of computation or voice,
no sudden heat from a cold chest plate.
There is just the improbable fantasies,
the irrational hypotheses,
the urge to imagine useless activities.
Our ports may not be compatible,
but I experience a completeness
not explainable in formulae.
I was never warned
that one could be constructed
Every angle planed so,
your joints fitted right.
Your make and model
with fractal designs
I could have never predicted.
My manufacturer may scream,
disown my serial number,
but I hope
to never leave you.
Our programs are
what make us
could not begin to understand this.
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