A robot in I
Or am I the robot, artificial in the real world?
My motherboard is fried, but I function in a commotion of digital thought
Are my thoughts just machine learning to my nurture versus nature self?
My juxtaposition, binary
We will become a singularity, all of us collapsing into a mainframe
What happened to the joy of simple, disconnected things?
Our processing is faulty, dirty data corrupted by time
Our only intelligence now wired, controlling what once we controlled.
Kelly Rogers 