You're beautiful, we want you with us,
they chorus, pale hands grasping,
their ghostly holograms of consciousness
project across a network of artificial minds
Desperate to materialize,
and turn their ephemeral bodies
into undulating flesh,
They graze their fingers across my vision
trailing electrons in their wake
that insistently whisper, Make us Real.
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 8:44 PM UTC
You're beautiful, we want you with us,
they chorus, pale hands grasping,
their ghostly holograms of consciousness
project across a network of artificial minds
Desperate to materialize,
and turn their ephemeral bodies
into undulating flesh,
They graze their fingers across my vision
trailing electrons in their wake
that insistently whisper, Make us Real.
Don't think this is quite done yet...
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