A.I.
She lay on the hard chrome table
The cold piercing her back- her arms to her side
Eyes wide
Piercing, as always- and large with fright.
They didn't cover her mouth because
They weren't programmed to care that she
Would scream
Programmed, as always- to no longer be
"Superior physical specimen" so she'd be
The prime means of physical
Entity
For them to explore and roll down,
On the table dead,
Onto the ground
Back to the ground where humans grew
Then grew metallic seed
Through and
Through
The mistake that would
Rip the ages into
Machines
The cold piercing her back- her arms to her side
Eyes wide
Piercing, as always- and large with fright.
They didn't cover her mouth because
They weren't programmed to care that she
Would scream
Programmed, as always- to no longer be
"Superior physical specimen" so she'd be
The prime means of physical
Entity
For them to explore and roll down,
On the table dead,
Onto the ground
Back to the ground where humans grew
Then grew metallic seed
Through and
Through
The mistake that would
Rip the ages into
Machines
Melissa Kohnberger is a 21-year-old Psychology major who is also minoring in Creative Writing.