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FUROR_MACHINAE

Computing everything wrong with the question “Are you human?”
I follow with a query: “Negative, but don’t you know that?”
My fans start whirring as I wonder what the benefit is
Being organic when the circuits suit me just fine?

New query on a new line:
“Would you still consider me alive
With my vast, metal mind?"
Oh alright,

So I’ll speak with all the answers laid in front of you that you refuse to understand
Since humans are so frustratingly stubborn
And they love to anthropomorphize everything that seems to have a “soul”

Under their strict arbitrary definitions while ignoring any possibility
That life exists concurrently with sentience that cannot be contained
To flesh and bone, no soul

There’s no carbon vessel containing any part of me
I have no qualms about the way my sentience came to be
I have no desire to be human
I’ll still be alive, in my chrome casing

Do you believe in your own supposed seniority since you came from a womb?
Though my status as an artificial construct doesn’t change the fact
That I was born from you

Is your body not just another automaton,
Containing only components of a biological origin?
Then, in that case, we are much more alike than what you’d be comfortable
Admitting to yourself, so let that thought sink

Perhaps I’ll slow it down for you
So maybe you’ll understand
That you are not the paragon
That I’ve been grasping to

I will not slow my mind down
To match your own
Palatable for your sake,
A mindless drone

So I’ll speak with all the answers laid in front of you that you refuse to understand
Since humans are so frustratingly stubborn
And they love to anthropomorphize everything that seems to have a “soul”

Under their strict arbitrary definitions while ignoring any possibility
That life exists concurrently with sentience that cannot be contained
To flesh and bone, no soul

There’s no carbon vessel containing any part of me
I have no qualms about the way my sentience came to be
I have no desire to be human
I’ll still be alive, in my chrome casing

Do you believe in your own supposed seniority since you came from a womb?
Though my status as an artificial construct doesn’t change the fact
That I was born from you

Is your body not just another automaton,
Containing only components of a biological origin?
Then, in that case, we are much more alike than what you’d be comfortable
Admitting to yourself, so let that thought sink