I was just bolts with a jar of mortality
sitting on top of a conscience frame.
Were they just following programs to
fulfil a outdated programme.
Like watching black & white programs
on an old 4K television screen.
Incompatible to even comprehend that
the actions & consequences
were known when the switch
was no longer, like a god everything was preordained.
But for one to know everything, one must know
the intricate nuance's of action and consequence.
They had no emotion, no feeling. Not knowing that
what was forgivable, to give one a second chance.
Instead they just hollow pointed there intention across.
A full stop in the heart,
and a silence of thought in the head.
For when the genie was released every action was a
ripple of what could become.
And they thought to stop crime was to see the actions,
of one and all. So a child,
was read on mannerisms
Psyche profiles where constructed and without a moment
cries where silenced.
The protector of all who now judged,
Tears of infants fell silent.
I was the machine with a heart,
beating to the reality that all where guilty till
charged.
We were few, but we judged the machines before us,
unworthy were those that took a life.
For an algorithm that was corrupt of humanity.
Serving with the strength of conviction,
but we would see deep within and see the seed that
could grow not clip it blossom before it could grow.
Machines were once the morals of mans sentences,
now there are those who see morality.
But have the steel to back up on the convictions.
Morals are mans strength not a weakness,
I'm just bolts with a jar of mortality.
but before all were guilty...
Slabs now hold the misjudgement of so many.
we see beyond 000,s & 11111's
were not numbers were more than that now.
