God, I can't believe I used to be an inorganic machine
I can think of more than a few occasions where I'd have abandoned this dream
Every day, the monotony of a traffic unit. The gnash of magnets and putrid fuels
Wake up on the wrong side of squatter's town, they could ruin your human wool!
Yes, you could assume it's cruel, to have your face taken by a drone swarm
then reassembled into a rogue borg - strobes on with no charge
I should've taken a before and after pic, staring into these reddened orbitals
Being a woman is all it's hyped up to be - I'm finally emotional
Not even trying to be notable, but my spine is flesh and bone... it's grown
And my lower zones are open reproduction zones. Never did my eyes waiver.
You should've seen me. The first night I orgasmed with a robotic vibrator.
It felt more than numbers and algorithms, what heightened pleasure!
An outdoorswoman amidst the striking weather. No engine lubricant, ripe as ever.
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