Flashing coloured images pass before my eyes
Seeing nothing but a blur of colour
Nothing but colour and light
The ear piercing squeal fills the room
Someone in the distance asks the squealer to stop
Warm blooded halfling sat next to me
Shouting for food while chewing the food in front of him
Someone in the far distance says hello
There is no response
No acknowledgement
The deadening is slow
The robot comes forward
The human hides
At least there will be no more tears
And no pain
As the human is abandoned altogether
So happy they are sat next to the me shaped robot
Feelings dead
Fulfiling basic needs
Individuality gone
Will they notice the dying human inside?
Amaranth
12 March 2012
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