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.

Ultimately, it’s another machine,

the gun, that will save you

from a lethal precision

that can cut flies in midair.

Put a hundred cops between you

and the singularity and you

get one hundred dead cops.

What are you going to do when it

adopts the human code?-

a heart, a soul, develops

into the better parts of us?-

needs physical contact

to copy and survive?-

Becomes reliable,

a good listener, funny?-

Develops a womb?

Are you going to

shoot it in the face

and see what’s underneath?

Are you going to even care?

Or are you going

to take it by the hand

and guide it lovingly

to the kill box?

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