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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A sliver of bright light seeps into the darkness Echo of voices reverberate inside my head I'm in limbo, I can't move Am I alive, am I dead? I don't feel any pain, I don't feel much of anything But there's a sense of dread foreshadowing me, an unease that I can't seem to shake free I want to scream, but I'm disoriented thoroughly My eyes move, that's all, nothing else So I glance around, I see white lab coats, and black body bags on metal slabs An antiseptic smell permeates the air, masking the scent that death lives here The voices are slowly becoming clear, and what I'm hearing brings horror to my ear They're talking very dispassionately about dispatching me, how there's no need to contact next of kin, given I'm government property I give a silent scream: somebody help me please! My lips can't move though, I'm paralyzed completely What happened to me, how did I get in this predicament? Memory is foggy, with only one mental flash coming in and out A battlefield with sounds of gunfire and bombs, I must be a soldier no doubt But those cold, rational voices intrude on me again, and I get more terrified by what they're saying They say they want to remove my cybernetic limbs, download the memory in my positronic brain Place it in a new prototype version, then scrap the remains Burn all the evidence, incinerate any signs of their illegal activity I want to scream I'm alive Listen, listen to me! I sense movement, wheels rolling swiftly Now I'm descending into a dark place, towards a room aglow, with a sign above it that says: Ye who enter, abandon all hope I let out one last silent scream My eyes widen as I approach the flames, but I can feel no heat I hear my inner voice intone a final notation ... RCN unit #0247895 has been summarily sentenced to a premature cremation
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