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Published: 2015-02-01 06:18:46 +0000 UTC; Views: 1074; Favourites: 23; Downloads: 0
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Perhaps,one day,
this rusted body,
cramped and old
could be of use again,
like the old times,
when it followed the orders
of a not so wasted brain
which directions were clear,
like the oxygen that fueled its system
When the headquarters were clean,
and clouds of the same kind,
of that of morphine,
would sometimes develop,
occasionally,
blocking the operations,
and infecting,
the database of the system
with the virus,
of dreams and desires,
the effects of a sweet drug,
(an unnecessary extension)
Perhaps,
the database couldn’t decode
the hidden message;
the side-effects,
links to a bitter aftermath,
when the virus corrupted
way too much,
way too deep,
leaving behind,
a corrupted system,
side effects
to an incompatible
operative system
Perhaps,
directions stopped to be sent,
when the system,
broken and unfixable
stopped responding
to the pulsations,
of the incompatible extension,
electric waves
that failed to re-active
and restore
the dazed core,
where the cloud
had settled permanently,
replacing the clarity
with an angst-y infection
When the orders,
no longer tried to restore
the unrestorable.
Because the infection
replaced commands
with absurd desires,
with random orders
that instructed to acquire
things
the system wasn’t programmed
to need
or wish for
Perhaps,
the system fell
long ago,
before the virus could fully reach the core
because it was a mistake,
a failure in the system,
from the very beginning.
Perhaps,
the system fell,
before the rigid orders
where no longer
coherent.
Perhaps,
this model,
now old and broken,
impossible to repair,
can be useful again
when it’s dumped
into the recycle area
where scrap metal
becomes useful again,
fuel,
for these ancient,
oxygen machines.
