I'm Not Real:
I just wrote this in the view of a persocom compared to a human. I'd Like some reviews but whatever.
By Archerelf
Persocom
Its what we are
But what is who?
Who are we?
Does our programming define?
Are we earthly blind?
Pupil-less eyes
But no tears to cry
Our ears have usb's
But we can never truly see
Not as they see
Perfection gained
We never strain
Robotic
Cold
Programmed
Perfection
Precisely
Our food is electric
A battery to sustain life
Is it life?
Are we truly alive?
Are we human?
No
No we aren't human
We don't life
We were created for life
But it is not ours to take
We don't breathe
We don't eat
We don't sleep
We just process
So close
So close to alchemy
So close to creating life
But we stopped at a metal heart
And a internet connection.
A sham of His's children
We look the part
But we start
With a button
Not a heartbeat
Its not there
Take the pulse
Its missing too
I can help you with everything
Can you help me live?
Be real?
Breathe?
Show me pain
Show me love
Show me what can't be gained
By being me
The part being played above
Help me
Help me be real
Metal on flesh
Simulation
Desecration
Intimidation
Humiliation
Salvation
What we don't feel.
What am I?
I'm not alive
I'm not dead
I'm just there
Send me to reality.