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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required cold steel … against my arm a metal hand in my own but it’s warm … purple eyes with glowing fuchsia pupils that react but there, in that cyber gaze - a spark of something ... more ... MUCH more … not just sentience but a pleading, soul-like sensitivity a flame of acumen that I have seen ten thousand times in humans … it was the LAST thing I expected now and it stops me cold … fistfuls of its fiber optic strands in my other hand - plenty enough to DO the deed - one sure tug and this metal monster is done hard drive wiped - neural pathways fried permanently (via the self-destruct circuits installed) the last of its kind my intended act would end the Age of Replicants for good and humanity would be free once more ... but free to do ... what?!? the desolation around me is OUR doing not theirs … and to admit THEY are our finest achievement - a meld of exquisite technology and resplendent organism … I look again … and it is still there - that spark that glint of spirit the unmistakable shine of divine perception the pulse … of LIFE "do what you must," it says metallically with that look, knowing … far stronger than I it could easily stop me … end me but it has no malice of ANY kind … I let the fibers drop giving the warm metal hand a soft squeeze … "we have done enough," I reply, letting go … it smiles at me the robotic eyes brightening with hope for they can do no worse than we have … I walk off into the thick night mist the soft whirring of positrons fading … behind me. ~ Honorable Mention ~ in the "Strand Select P Any Form Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
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