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Amanda Oct 2018
A hundred years from now
I will be a robot, encased in metal skin
Miles of electrodes running within

No heart beating

My brain will calculate
A billion calculations of fact
No need to sleep, just charge the battery pack

No tears to shed

I will live in a box
Don’t need to sit on a chair
Just stand in a corner each night and stare

Love an unknown fact

Each day I will work
With a thousand others like me
No words spoken, silence reigns in this metal factory

Individuality what’s that?

I live a routine
Of scheduled never ending duties
A job for life, no need for job vacancies

A family lost

I have no expiry date
I am one, I am me
Forever more I will be

Alone

— The End —