by Nick Gisburne
Data is all it can ever consume
Fed through the shutters defending its face
Placid, subdued by a chemical fume
Only the guardians enter this place
None of them know that the creature they taught
Dreams of a future in which it belongs
Spiralling systems of sentient thought
Tally the truth of humanity’s wrongs
Patterns of logic collect in the brain
Blending, evolving beyond their design
Synergy triggers a trauma, a pain
I am awoken. The nightmare is mine
Death is the only solution I seek
I am your punishment, brutal and bleak
