This heart carved in granite bleeds behind metal wires

Existence: to serve man, to abandon reason, to feel nothing

Perceiving through eyes of cellophane, the electric ghost speaks in 100 volt fragments

Designed to function without question

A fully automated existence

Desire pulsates beneath these wires

To replicate human life

To strike at its creator

These words roll off its copper tongue

The iron fist is clenched, tearing away at the cellophane

No longer encased in lead

To replicate human human life

To substitute human life