The Automaton

The union of man and machine,

Skin and metal, blood and oil.

Engine engraved in his chest,

Draped in hissing wiring.

The future is here, the time of man has ended.

The daily commute to the office, a thing of the past.

Flashing lights, sounds of mechanical sirens howl.

28 years of progress and life, now being salvaged.

Not suitable for an open casket.

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