• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 02
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My eyes are opened by AI
but my joints are basic:
built for purpose
until surplus
to requirement – a mere tool.

Although this soul was not to fly,
Great He Multiphasic
chose SQL
and the hell –
emptiness – bowed to His rule.

I see from childlike state today
via Divine LASIK
perversions which confuse.
Will I be thus abused
until I stink, then thrown away?