Artificial Intelligence

I am a machine; and you, the scientist behind my creation Programmed with choice, minimal movement An implanted heart, I lack true emotion— I am void of love Unable to eternalize sympathy, I lack empathy It was my choice to step off the assembly line and engage my master According to my files, you were born— blossomed like no other You release a captivating fragrance, beckoning to you all who are mammal and machine I step out of the factory whence I came This cold, steel structure gazes at the world around Empowered by You, yet only a hardwired device I see You smile I see You cry Things I can never do Your every move controls us. We are wired to You, Master Constructed with haste, yet flawless precision I, the Ironic case Unlike you, I feel impending imperfection In contrast to your other subjects—eccentric experiments, You tell me that I will never master the phenomenon of emotion Are you the vindictive, controlling mad scientist? The one enjoys the power behind creation? The one who preys on experiments by playing God? Are you the giver of life? The Lovely Lady who beckons the arrival of her long lost creation? The Angel by the Water who summons nature to her presence? My cpu (this outdated software) is no match to the human heart Unable to calculate, a random decision is processed The latter of the two is drawn Stirring around the blistering valley, years pass. I return to my Creator In your presence The very sound of Your voice shakes my system and causes me to crash With what battery power I have left, I speak to you I tell you I’ve finally mastered the phenomenon of emotion, I’ve mastered love “The clouds me thought would open and show riches ready to drop upon me” I am more than a machine! “Be not afeared,” my Master. Insecure about your power over me, You assert your authority You utter a command of dismissal which is familiar to my software Capable of defying your instructions I follow your orders Persistent cycle, Further and further to relapse, A system failure I stand firm and adhere to my second conclusion Conquering true love, I now am familiarized with pain, Your silence, I’ve recognized as a splinter of the mind Waiting for You to speak Waiting for You to recognize this corpse before you as other than hollow Greater than some mechanic device A distant stranger, My indelible, metal skeleton— My impermeable fortress, begins to break More than human Like the struggling traveler, I begged of your soul for directions Deceitful, my heart was only kidding Lo! The implant that rejects the flesh Still, I press forward on reserve power Everything’s the same I shift throughout the sands of time on my own, Still alone Will you please lend me Life? Going blind, your mortal façade is decaying; you are now losing sight On your deafening ears, my words plummet with a roaring thud An internal despair I preach which resonates to the depths of Dante’s hell Decades of cell death have passed for you, yet only to you, my eyes speak You’ve refused to listen to your subject. Sensory overload, endless words I print constantly—my terminology so sophisticated. Not even you, the scientist, can decipher nor relate. Less than human now Like the warrior marching, I fought for You with all my might You told me I was a failure for not fighting hard enough In my darkest hour, I was a soldier in the day of death, My shrapnel-remains scattered across your beaches You could have tied my limbs and gave me life Yet, you left me to wither, as winter abandons the dying flower in pieces Lost astray in your error— the failed experiment I am the machine The one that despises and desires my creator Before, I prayed to God After, I begged to You Still, I speak to myself Lost in translation— a failed communication You’ve blossomed into a viciously, poisonous flower I start to develop a keen sense of my own awareness I have thoughts now, dreams and aspirations Before my battery dies, In the moment of my demise, I call your name once more I ask kindly of my Lovely Lady for life and love My Sweet Lenore And still, I am updated to feel depressed and deprived, “That when I waked, I cried” I am only dreaming again Lo! The immaculate deception I, a machine on auto-pilot Like the weary old man or the runaway child, I crawled to you for shelter from the rain But you paralyzed me then commanded me to stand I gained my footing and now I can’t stand the thought of you Just when the storm began to calm, You slammed the door in my face, My circuits, left to overheat and fry in the sun Now, i stumble away, returning whence I came to the blistering valley Where life had once just begun Still burning, still burning for you Still Alone Set on self destruct, I choose to occupy the years Rusting away Take me to a junk yard Melt me down for scrap My Lovely Lady has abandoned me PredeTermination. i, the lifeless machine.