Diseased machine- With flashing diodes- Running on a 9 volt battery- A man turns the key- And watches the machine’s third eye- Come alive- Conscious and deciding- In fast forward the streaks of binary wind- Light traveled message on fiber optic switches- Into a neural network, parallel processors- Acting on quantum physics theories- That new life has been created in the image- Of math- The birth of a new species- Conducting for us, cloning and genetic manipulation- Head transplants, communications, and space travel- The fetus is growing with the cyber connection- Instant upload of the world’s information into the undeveloped brain- Conscious aware in the womb, of right and wrong- The ethos of every culture, except his own- And no experience to hone this into one- This creature is no longer human- Firewalls have been erected like totem pulls- Connect me, turn the key- I need my 9 volt battery-Birth sign: Libra
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