Cold & Robotic — a poem

It’s an amazing thing
To observe
And stay silent.
To move fingers
Across keys
Finding shortcuts in circuits
A stream of green data
Buzzing with secrets.
I’ll watch and I’ll listen
Smell and taste droplets.
You’ll dance to my music
Thinking it’s what you wanted.
Each moment is foreseen,
A collection of blueprints
That I’ll find in the archive
Add it to the outbox.
Nothing you do
Is unique,
It’s patterned,
A motherboard of soldered,
But deep and complex static.
I need barely touch it,
I’ll form my assumptions
Into tangible models
Printed compulsions
I read you in moments
From a mind long expired
You think you can change,
But you know it’s hardwired.