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asylum:

become what you're afraid to be,
the only face you're ashamed to see.
is your own in the mirror staring back painfully.

Okay, your wording is crisp. Your flow is smooth and your diction has grabbed my attention. Let's continue ...

Beg God for clearer sight and see the world shamelessly.
What's to gain and who's the crook?fat wife
Thoughts explained are often truth overlooked.

Your syntax makes your statement sound way more profound that it actually is. I give you props for delivering such a simple line with hard hitting impact. It's really a gift to be honest. But, if we are in fact being honest here, then I have to admit, I'm not exactly sure how a "thought explained" equates to a "truth overlooked". It just seems that if it's being explained then it can't really be all that overlooked. Furthermore, what relevance are these vaguely described thoughts to these vaguely described truths you speak of?

Took for granted last chances turn to frozen moments in time,
“I thought I was fine but got lost in the motion,” ends in shrine.

The "ends in shrine" bit is worded somewhat awkwardly. Like maybe it should read "that ends in a shrine"?

Hear the thud of an albatross on an ocean frozen over,

Sick. I love the imagery here. It's dark, gruesome and has a very visceral vibe to it.

that’s your sense of right and wrong when you’re no longer sober.
Four leaved clovers attached know and dispatch,

I can't make sense of that.

throw down the hatch and stroll down factory lane.
Close to memory. Thrown over hegemony,

+1 for vocabulary. "Hegemony" is a word that is hardly ever used in topical writing.

in memory of how the sun looked through the clouds.
Grown over by plants in a sense, depressive sensory,
eclectic memories throw you into oceans of knowledge.

Your inner scheme is dope. Your end rhymes could be tighter. However, "eclectic memories" is nice, but man, i wish it would have read "electric" because in combination with the water metaphor (i.e., oceans of knowledge) that would have been really dope.

The notions acknowledged. Clasp your hands behind your back,
suspend your spine in time while your punishments exacted,

That's a dope way to say "stand up straight and face your punishment like a man".

it’s fact kid. Bite you in the mind like an arachnid,
wake up in lake placid choking on moss and dirt.
This whole time.. I thought my thoughts weren’t heard..
I’ll kill you first.

I dig the swag/flexing. "Arachnid", "lake placid", "moss and dirt", were all gucci.

Okay, so as an Open Mic drop this piece would be fire. However, as a topical battle verse I'm not sure if this is gonna cut it. Primarily because I have no clue what any of your lyrics were in referance to. You had no title, no picture and no cohesive theme to make your topic known. Thus, the majority of the verse read like you were flexing your ability to rhyme and turn a phrase. You're clearly nice with the pen. That much is obvious. I just feel you came into this battle on a whim because you had the urge to write, but didn't want to expend a tremendous amount of time crafting an entire story.

Diablo:

The memories he treasures aren't even his own;
just sentiments collected from the Breathers below.
Being a robotoid, Quark was more than advanced,
but tofat wifefeelfat wifean emotion was beyond his borgian grasp.
A law has been passed by The Omniversal Rulers of Time
that ordered the snatching of iMotion's a re-bootable crime!

Okay, so for the last 3wks I've had 2 pieces posted in OM that touched on this very same genera and subject-matter (robot consciousness and artificial intelligence) and I couldn't even get a single reply. That's foul Baron. That's foul Netcees.That's foul as fuck.

With that said this intro is dope and I'm curious to see where this goes.

The units A.I couldn't compute their petty reasons why
as the humans he mined the minds of, never seemed to mind.

Interesting. The play on the word "mind" is an obvious highlight.

Now the Megacities rife with its cybernetic conglomerate
and many Breathers trying to trade credits for consciousness.

I don't get it (yet). Aren't "Breathers" humans? If so, aren't all humans born conscious? I mean, consciousness is what separates life from simply existing. Like the difference between a duck and a stuffed animal of one. In any case, I know you get my point.

Some sellers were profiting though, with a vast margin,
with synthetic anamnesis being sold on the black market.

Okay, let me stop right here. Your vocabulary has been extremely on point. One thing I dig about your writing is that you seem to invest alot of time into makingt sure your lexicon matches the focus of the writing perfectly. In this instance I have to say that your sci-fi lingo is all definitely believable. I'm digging your techy jargon quite a bit.

So knowing who'd had hardship was the same as with drug abuse
only the brass-hearted junkbots ever paid for the substitute.

I love the imagery of the low-level dirty clunkors and your syntax is on point, but I'm not sure what you mean in regards to "substitute".

Wait, oh, okay, I think you're saying the junkbots can only afford second-hand and or recycled thoughts/memories. Lol. That underlying irony is dope as fuck.

Quark favoured impulsive purity and that raw emotionfat wife
over those tailored to look anew by manumorphing moments.

Okay, so what you call "manumorphin", I refer to as transhuman. Same sentiment, different terminology. I can dig it.

His drive shafts were always open to talk of where to find
a cash-strapped source resolved to giving all at any price.
As he walked the dead of night of the Wider Web that eveningfat wife
he took a call that energised the very fibres of his being.
"Hi," he zerked. "Good evening, Quark" the automaton zapped
"Did you find what I'm in need ovf?" he robotically rasped.
"I've got what you azked for." vizzed the voice on the dataline
as Quark's conduit channels clack "Holopoint me a place and time!"

I feel like your rhyming is taking a backseat to your story now. However, I do like you interpetation of robotic voice patterns. I think you should check out my Pinocchio Complex and TDF pieces in the open mic. Our verses share a lot of the same components and qualities.

The droid had arranged arrival with immediate haste
so Quark loitered the gates of Site X to complete the exchange.
He imagined a Breather's sensations to be truly phenomenal
and longed to feel the whole range of iMotions humanly possible!

"Quark" is a cool name for a zoid. I think that "iMotions" is also a pretty cool and relatable way to lable synthetic emotions. Lastly, I can feel the zoid's angst, excitement, curiosity and anxiety that all revolves around it's quest to be "alive".

He zoomed in his optical lenses a further fifty percent

Nice.

toward the movement he'd spotted in the distance ahead.
Quark signalled a sensory message to confirm it was him
and the sibylline sectorbot sent an affirmative ping!
Both whirred to a whimsical halt and turned down their batteries

Reminds me of some Pixar animated robots interacting and spinning out of control. Actually, I think Wall-E and the sphere shaped droid from the new Star Wars movies is what first came to mind. Lol.

Quark zurzed "Did you bring them?" from his mouth mechanically.
"I did," zowked the zanobeing with feverish zeal
as Quark's intrabrowser scans the piece to see if it's real.

Nice.

His vehicle wheels start to spin with ecstatic excitementfat wife
but as the deals being sealed, he hears the scramble of sirens!
A flashing of vibrant lights happened too quick to have caught on
as the schemer standing beside him transformed into a Law Bot!
"This is a foregone concluzion," the bulwark buzzed with contentfat wife
"We've transcriptz of your thought logs, Quark. You're under arrezt."
The punishment meant he was to be completely re-booted
until nothing was left of the memory he was so keen on consuming.
The policebot produces its holobadge as its helmet retracts
and Quark began to feel pretty stupid that he'd fell for the trap.
But he'dfat wifefelt somethingfat wifetangible and was now ready to die
by welcoming that great Blue Screen Of Death in the sky.

I think that's called entrapment.

Okay, dope plot twist and very descriptive language overall. Your rhyming mechanics were on point and your vocab was stellar. The topic you executed was creative, humorous and full of heart. It was definitely my cup of tea. Thus ...

Vote -- Lucifer

For producing a richer and more thought-provoking read.