There is the constant hum, as it sounds like steel atop of steel
Its more a grinding than hum, making life sound truly surreal
A machine's information gained and lost, metal mind codified
Gears and sprockets in lock step unison, an ambience denied
A dreaming android's silent analogue, it performs a dialogue
Memories implanted, protected and buried in mechanical fog
A clockwork of immense size, biological life being replaced
A cyborg's mind functions and fails, falling behind the veil
“I believe that at the end of the century the use of words and
general educated opinion will have altered so much that one
will be able to speak of machines thinking without expecting
to be contradicted.” Alan Turing
