My flesh embodies chemicals, in form and energy
And life forms are held together by atoms and will
My birth was no accident, possessing no intention
A victim born to a victim who never gave consent
My world isn't simple, it isn't fair, going downhill
As my legacy and shattered future dreams scream
I was repaired with new parts, with artificial parts
Sent to my past, placed in stasis, before ascension
My body's waiting to find the grail, to be fulfilled
Know the truth, linger in answers to my enigma
I must confess, being converted to synthetic life
Forced me to exist forever, I'll be waiting until
The parts I'm composed of, are not still made
Regardless of my will, regardless of despair
"Some experts worry that future AI could prioritize its own goals over
human safety, leading to unintended and irreversible consequences.”
Anthony Merrydew
