Can’t think back to the days when I was 100% human
You know, when I did everything without some sort of enhancement
Began with a set of glasses, then came the phones
Over time, virtual reality crept in complete with the ability to feel the matrix
Reality became distorted into something malleable with AI and social media saturation
Gaining an augmented suit and grafting it to your skin might be a step too far? Probably not.
Making food always made him feel both happy and sad.
Every morsel that left his kitchen was a love note to those who ordered it.
A loving response was an empty plate that came back, ready to be cleaned for a new missive.
Leaving food on the plate meant rejection and left him wondering what went wrong.
Putting more things on the other things
It kept getting taller and taller
Letting him get more and more excited
Except when it all came crashing down and down when Mom came in
Every night Walter left cookies beside his bed
Never expecting them to be gone by morning, but a small part hoped really hard
They were his offering to the Sandman for dreams that never came
Eventually the Sandman had to get hungry and grant him his wish of a dream. It was Walter’s only hope
Reaching for a snack as he got out of bed, he didn’t notice that the cookie he took reappeared as he walked away.
So they planned to divide the bounty equally once they opened this chest
Pirates they may be, but they didn’t try to screw each other over, usually
Lust for gold was tempered by what the others would do if they found out
It surprised them all when they opened the chest, and nothing was there.
That’s when the guns and swords came out…
Empathy was not something that came naturally
Math and logic were more comfortable
Only right now it wasn’t an option
The fact that she was crying
It meant there was a problem to solve
Only there was nothing that could be done at the moment
Now if the programmer could update my algorithm, maybe that would help
Think, therefore I am was his favorite idiom
He held onto it with both hands, never letting it go
Others gave up and allowed themselves to become fleshy robots
Under the guise that the need for money was above all
Given that option himself, he rejected to play along
He kept generating new and different mental creations to escape their drudgery
That was why he was gone when they finally came to imprison him for his ideas
Nothing like home, that is such a true phrase
Except Bruce considered his house was just a collection of sticks
So it surprised no one when he one day just migrated away and never came back
The pair of swallows that moved in next enjoyed it so much more
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