|Aftermath (standard:poetry, 89 words)|
|Author: Reid Laurence||Added: Mar 26 2011||Views/Reads: 1340/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|The future is here. Robots are doing surgery... and what will it be like when we find ourselves sitting in front of a cold bundle of wires and composite materials, spilling our guts to an android?|
Precarious me Render this plea Surrender to An android sea A robot who A Doctor too Will we survive The skill of you You've taken heart And left in place Cold fingerprint Mechanical race You've made me to This carbon shell A man who walks But isn't well The lot of us Will know no pain But in your wake Can be no gain As zombies we Will do no more Then wander earth A silent score Emotion lost You're in control The human race Has lost its soul Tweet
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