Man vs Machine
A client asks for a human equivalent of
"One of those fighter murder robot-things
that's new and intelligent.
Don't matter how it's built,
just make sure it swings..!"
Thus,
sparks ignite Stark abstract minds this night,
where no soul share an artists' light.
Dr. Not So Bright, eagerly yells to his team:
"Start the hype!
Our future goal is marked for might,
and HELL IS OUR DREAM!
Of petty pretty tin commands with aura of dark insight,
that'll win your hand
along with stars and stripes!"
To create
an android fighter with a riot twist, jet-set grips,
and yoga-master movements where tech meet splits,
you mandate
a crew of scientists to put their eye on this
for viscious reasons where violence fits in bits and pieces.
Yes, questions arise:
Should it look like clouds with eyes,
or Susan Sarandon?
Not getting lost in the sentence:
"Make it soldier-like with muscle and tendons...
Fused to kill, won't lose to will, hands used just to end men.
I'm content when he's construed with few screws loose,
only the vile must recommend him!"
If he could comprehend the type of measures spent
instead of asking help from a treasured friend,
and looking at where the doctors ideas of blunder went
perhaps it wouldn't have crashed a rather fun event.
Alas, the clients secret for the project got clear,
cus it's Jan 1st, and the concepts' on AIR:
prime time for The Wrestling Match of the Year!
It took ten seconds of splurging gore,
and repetitive robotic roars of "I AM THOR!"
for each traumatized person to storm the door
while the exit itself got covered in anime-esque
blood and war.
Edgy teens behind TV-screens staring in awe:
"That's so hardcore!"
The client got tens of deaths to his name...
It's said he's insane & escaped to go live in a cave,
each exhale is in literal mountains of shame.
He eat, shit and sleeps to carve the walls
with his balls, and this phrase:
"Damn it, Jackson... It sure pays to be brave!"
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