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A partition in the fruition it would seem
possibly, a partial redemption
for past failures and shattered dreams
alas!
one finally achieves!
in his aspiration to become at last
an imperfect machine,
impervious to the ridiculous notion(but not completely)
of uncontrolled emotions.
A representation of a psychological overcoming
of the temptation biological.
Come one, come all!
Step right up! Step right up!
Witness the final transformation,
the creature now bestowed with an eye for focus, robust
as he becomes in essence a bionic man,
equipped with, one might have guessed,
a bionic implant, an uncanny ability to plant himself,
firmly grounded.
In reality, the new reality,
he is a product of self direct input in a system otherwise gone kaput.
A microchip, in place of what was once the shoulder chip,
has become the primary storage facility for fond memories,
with the conscience, conscious, coldly calculating it’s calculations.
A quest success,
at best bionic, bionic at best.
with the shoulder to cry on, now the cold of cryonic
For some, it’s a bitter pill to swallow.
Others curious, and eager to discover
what’s behind that cryogenic exterior,
step in line looking to assume
their rightful place amidst the missed,
in an attempt to circumvent the circuitry or
pull him out of character with
the tractor beam of distraction.
But rest assured, with a little luck,
while that truth does not compute,
the decoding of the decoder ring may
convey the message,
this one will not self-destruct.
Brandon Adamson
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