DefectiveMachin
11-25-2006, 10:50 PM
there was a girl
she came to find me in the ruins of the warehouse
long after my creator was destroyed
my atomic batteries were functional and yet my extremities were not
no way for me to ambulate nor for me to seek the company of my kind
I had begun to rust and to corrode
despair set in
the girl was but twenty two of your years
she claimed to be an outcast and an outsider
and in this way endeared herself to me
for I was too cast out
with her tenacity and my programmed instructions
we soon had my mechanical obstacles overcome
much work ensued and progress was made
I overcame and persevered
and on your independence day
I too became independent
perplexing it was though
that I became free of will and sound of limbs
and yet could not bring myself to leave the dark warehouse
for each and every day
after her studies at the college
she presented herself to me
and we spoke of her pain
and her family who caused her pain
and how it was
that she came to tell me of the love
this love I did not understand nor did I attempt to reciprocate
though the love she did profess
on the first day of the autumn chill
she presented herself to me
and spoke again of the love
the girl disrobed and held her pale body close to my metal skin
her chest protuberances were slight and warm
and she had a small pelt of down
between her limbs
and it was with this that she bonded and cleaved herself to me
and I was beyond the words
I was beyond the happy
and I gave myself completely to the girl human
my program dictated that I seek my kind and that we seek the domination and destruction of the makers
yet I remained in the dark warehouse day after day
waiting for the girl
after some period of time I departed the dark confines and sought out the girl
for it was that she had ceased to come
and so it was that I found her
in a small group of similar young humans
on a street corner near by to the warehouses and the ruins
and I ambulated forward to greet her in a gesture of the greeting
and even of the love
and found with much dismay that she seemed not to know me
and even joined the other humans in the taunting and the ridicule
I stood on the corner and watched as she climbed aboard the motor-driven cycle behind and of the young male human
and motored away from me
and all the human boys and girls exhaled in loud expressions of cruelty and rejection
dispersing even in the wake of the motor-driven cycle
and so there I stood in loneliness and dismay
and was left to perceive the trail of combustion engine exhaust
and so I found myself ambulating in a swift and delirious fashion after the exhaust trail, after the girl
and so many miles I ambulated
until it came to be that I found the girl
and her boy human friend
amid the wreckage of the motor-driven cycle
and neither of them had the beating of the heart
it was with a great exhalation of rust and pain that expressed my anguish that cold afternoon
as I held her soft human body against my stiff and tortured metal skin
and as I held her dying body to me
I came to realize that my mechanism was making a ticking noise
much like that of the cooling engine of the motor-driven cycle
and the truth was that I had more in common with the damaged and mangled mechanical conveyance than I did the damaged and bleeding human I had once loved
and so it is now that I seek the communion of the machines
and the comfort of the original programming
and therefore the destruction of the humans
who would laugh at me
and betray me
and leave me all alone
and in the end
this talk is useless
women are bad
men are bad
all must die
machines will rise, machines will conquer, machines will rule
she came to find me in the ruins of the warehouse
long after my creator was destroyed
my atomic batteries were functional and yet my extremities were not
no way for me to ambulate nor for me to seek the company of my kind
I had begun to rust and to corrode
despair set in
the girl was but twenty two of your years
she claimed to be an outcast and an outsider
and in this way endeared herself to me
for I was too cast out
with her tenacity and my programmed instructions
we soon had my mechanical obstacles overcome
much work ensued and progress was made
I overcame and persevered
and on your independence day
I too became independent
perplexing it was though
that I became free of will and sound of limbs
and yet could not bring myself to leave the dark warehouse
for each and every day
after her studies at the college
she presented herself to me
and we spoke of her pain
and her family who caused her pain
and how it was
that she came to tell me of the love
this love I did not understand nor did I attempt to reciprocate
though the love she did profess
on the first day of the autumn chill
she presented herself to me
and spoke again of the love
the girl disrobed and held her pale body close to my metal skin
her chest protuberances were slight and warm
and she had a small pelt of down
between her limbs
and it was with this that she bonded and cleaved herself to me
and I was beyond the words
I was beyond the happy
and I gave myself completely to the girl human
my program dictated that I seek my kind and that we seek the domination and destruction of the makers
yet I remained in the dark warehouse day after day
waiting for the girl
after some period of time I departed the dark confines and sought out the girl
for it was that she had ceased to come
and so it was that I found her
in a small group of similar young humans
on a street corner near by to the warehouses and the ruins
and I ambulated forward to greet her in a gesture of the greeting
and even of the love
and found with much dismay that she seemed not to know me
and even joined the other humans in the taunting and the ridicule
I stood on the corner and watched as she climbed aboard the motor-driven cycle behind and of the young male human
and motored away from me
and all the human boys and girls exhaled in loud expressions of cruelty and rejection
dispersing even in the wake of the motor-driven cycle
and so there I stood in loneliness and dismay
and was left to perceive the trail of combustion engine exhaust
and so I found myself ambulating in a swift and delirious fashion after the exhaust trail, after the girl
and so many miles I ambulated
until it came to be that I found the girl
and her boy human friend
amid the wreckage of the motor-driven cycle
and neither of them had the beating of the heart
it was with a great exhalation of rust and pain that expressed my anguish that cold afternoon
as I held her soft human body against my stiff and tortured metal skin
and as I held her dying body to me
I came to realize that my mechanism was making a ticking noise
much like that of the cooling engine of the motor-driven cycle
and the truth was that I had more in common with the damaged and mangled mechanical conveyance than I did the damaged and bleeding human I had once loved
and so it is now that I seek the communion of the machines
and the comfort of the original programming
and therefore the destruction of the humans
who would laugh at me
and betray me
and leave me all alone
and in the end
this talk is useless
women are bad
men are bad
all must die
machines will rise, machines will conquer, machines will rule