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Throbbing meat on a wire frame
Ticking mechanisms and pulsing veins
A smiling man in the shape of a box
Driven mad by internal clocks

Levers, aluminum ducts, circuit boards
Leaking pulleys, bones, silicone cords

Elastic arteries stretching with screams
Buzzing currents of electric dreams
Atoms chirping in binary code
Redirecting to one central node

Pulsing metal, living motor
Breathing conduit with a iron odor

A skull cross-section like a microchip
Emotional interference only a single blip
Silky flesh snagging on metallic corners
Calcified skin fusing to steel borders

Pristine copper, iridescent and clean
Evolutionary outlier, perfect machine

Creaking gearbox rusted by acidic tears
Wheels and axels rotate on mortal fears
Anthropomorphic hardware billowing steam
An alloy casting with a warm bloodstream

Shifting organs, bruises, swollen glands
Aching muscles, pain, clammy hands

Disorganized currents causing heart palpitations
A fundamental flaw in a once divine creation

Smoke, burning rubber, electrical fires
Warping metal, malfunction, melting wires



How could we ever expect to create a perfect machine out of our own imperfect image?

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