The Singularity or Terminator: Dark Fate (A Movie Poem)

The machine that replaces you

and the one that ascends you

will fight it out on the factory floor.

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Ultimately, it’s another machine,

the gun, that will save you

from a lethal precision

that can cut flies in midair.

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Put a hundred cops between you

and the singularity and you

get one hundred dead cops.

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What are you going to do when it

adopts the human code?-

a heart, a soul, develops

into the better parts of us?-

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needs physical contact

to copy and survive?-

Becomes reliable,

a good listener, funny?-

Develops a womb?

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Are you going to

shoot it in the face

and see what’s underneath?

Are you going to even care?

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Or are you going

to take it by the hand

and guide it lovingly

to the kill box?