a synthetic brain suspended
in blue, regenerative soup-like
liquid, thick like the mucous discharge
Wires connect to electrode
ports, spiderweb strands connecting mechanical
to mechanical limbs. Programmed,
consciousness downloaded like a virus
in the manufactured firmware,
a simulacrum of immortality.
But the soup-like fluid, the conductive sea
lowers and drains away
leaving a dry-docked mind
with no ocean to ponder.
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