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.