Provisagenus Ai
Coming now from 2B Platform
Ding, the depressed robot, cleaned the cocoon
holographic messages from mom
saying everithing is good in the moon
nothing to eat in the scanner
and where are you, my loved one?
yesterday I worked until I feel pain in my bones
I didn't notice your worried look
sector five congested with ships
what's wrong, can you tell me in the plasma book?
calm down we will be happy soon
in spite of the sun
no coronal mass ejection, you see?
it will be a fast travel to the moon colony
what are you waiting to really love me?
I change my processors and I understand better
in the greenhouse the bioplant shrunken
static and apathetic Ding start to blatter
posted on the edge of the cocoon
abrasive sun burns Earth and threat the moon
then I enter the password that we agreed
and Ding frightened voice echoes off the glass wall
his digital noises looks like a plead
now that practically everything is twisted metal.
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