Dr. Pygmalion and model G.L.T.E.A

Wed, 10/02/2019 - 17:28 -- MR1998

In a lab, a recluse crafts his perfect cyborg companion,

as much an artist as a scientist. Lover of the female form, but

by the nature of humanity from his delusion torn.

After years of solitude and looking for a perfect match

His search for perfection was OVER! by his hand-

circuits, wires and gears, he had made the perfect woman.

Brought to life by program APHRODITE he almost flipped the switch,

and paused to look into its eyes, a cold vacuous automaton. His hand went

limp at his impotence, his arrogance and realization : this can never love him.

For people are messy, and broken and shaken, but humanities flame can never be

taken. And his journey for perfection lead him to where he began, in pursuit of a woman

he found the true meaning of human.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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