"Systopia"

[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 to feel an 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!
The units A.I couldn't compute their petty reasons why
as the humans he mined the minds of, never seemed to mind.
Now the Megacities rife with its cybernetic conglomerate
and many Breathers trying to trade credits for consciousness.
Some sellers were profiting though, with a vast margin,
with synthetic anamnesis being sold on the black market.
So knowing who'd had hardship was the same as with drug abuse
only the brass-hearted junkbots ever paid for the substitute.
Quark favoured impulsive purity and that raw emotion
over those tailored to look anew by manumorphing moments.
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 evening
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!"
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!
He zoomed in his optical lenses a further fifty percent
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
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.
His vehicle wheels start to spin with ecstatic excitement
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 content
"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'd felt something tangible and was now ready to die
by welcoming that great Blue Screen Of Death in the sky.

[Geno]

this shit is dope man. diggin the imagination and crazy robotical words lol. flow is clean. always a pleasure man.