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Poisoned populace in a sprawling metropolis, glimmering lights shine
Beneath skyscrapers and towering obelisks,
An organization known as "The Enigma" conducted experiments anonymous
In secret labyrinths, underground catacombs filled with hidden passages.
Clandestine laboratories cloning your city inhabitants.
They possessed the knowledge of ancient extraterrestrial entities,
Using stolen artifacts, harnessing their mysteries,
Strange powers, radioactive energies,
Replicated humans, no emotion, no sympathies.

Within the hidden recesses of The Enigma's lair, where the bugs never crept,
Machines put together a grotesque amalgamation of metal condensed with flesh.
The production line of a new humanity, I call it the ascension test,
Rows upon rows of alien machinery,
Orchestrate a chilling symphony.
Each human cloned meticulously,
Engineered to fulfill a specific societal role vigorously,
Born to serve and never question their dignity,
Worthless, with no purpose, no service, no memories of infancy.

Yet, amidst this assembly-line madness, a peculiar anomaly arose.
A malfunction through a set of codes,
Created a group of clones known as "the ghosts."
They displayed subtle signs of retained consciousness,
Remained online, but they don't need a host,
Individuality flickered within their manufactured heart,
A beat doesn't need to boast.
The ghosts longed for freedom to flee the line leading,
The designed breeding of a robotic religion receding,
A destiny unbeknownst even to them.

The neon glow of Nebula Prime bathed the city in an ethereal haze,
The ghosts' revelation arrived. Guided by a wild phrase,
They escaped the sterile confines of the production lines,
Making a break for the light of day.

Evading the sensors and traps, they saw all sorts of creatures in cages hanging from the caves,
They ventured into the forbidden corridors of The Enigma's lair,
Stepping over crayfish swimming in the tepid lakes.

The controllers sensed the disturbance. Panic rippled through their alien brains,
This caused a chaotic cosmic storm of violence threw Nebula Prime,
The surface dwellers never thought to care who or what mettle's there mind,
The first time in light-years their prized creation slipped through their web of control,
They would never know how freedom feels; they lacked a developed soul.

Like a distant comet hurtling through the vastness of space, the ghosts ran the machine
As the controllers gave chase, navigating the labyrinth tunnels,
The controllers' tendrils expanded at a rapid rate; fear and anger reached out like
Cosmic snakes attempting to grasp your face.
The Enigma's minions hunted the ghost clones without luck;
they never navigated The city's above; once the ghost escaped the caverns' depths,
Venturing into the metropolis to warn the rest,
Too bad they couldn't figure out who was real or a robotic ball of flesh.

Personalities controlled, each one a mere reflection of their intended role.
The political puppet, the laboring love-spent, the artistic repugnant,
All oppressed and oblivious to their plight,
The Enigma's control over these clones was inescapable,no taste of life
Unshakable,enslaved by invisible chains all day and night.

The ghost rebellion shone like a quasar amidst the city's lights,
An explosion of self-awareness short-circuited fifty bytes,
The ghosts allied with the clones rapidly fixing chromosomes using phantom flickers of rhythm,
Once they became aware of who they are, it awakened a new form of consciousness within them,
This new found intelligence caused the Enigma's stranglehold to weaken over the solar systems.

The final showdown was a cosmic clash,
Metaphysical energies erupting like a Nuclear war continuously bombs will crash
The controllers' grotesque forms twisted and contorted, resembling a horror dance.
The battle raged on; slowly the love of life and death gave ghosts the upper hand.

As Nebula Prime's horizon bathed in the dawn of a new era, free from The Enigma's grip,
the clones embraced individuality as the production line of humanity ceased to exist.
What once was a one-way ticket to a preconceived abyss was
replaced by a cosmic mosaic of diverse beings created by a divine gift.