Circuit Board Brains

Circuit Board Brains (Adventures of Allison)

Circuit board brains, They’re all the same. Identical models, synced together to think.
They were built with intentions to be forever tamed, but some wires cross while other wires flame. Humanoid androids love to pray to a robot god built with x-ray.
Machines will crash and others outdate, but all versions are capable to upgrade...Yeah!
(...to think the same.) Upgrade complete! Downgrade, defeat! Brainwash, delete!

I gazed into her subtle eyes and deciphered the digits, one and zero. If earth is the mainframe for a digital hell, then how come I feel I’m in the digital limbo? Her Religion was binary code, Allison’s frequency and remote control. Her circuit board brain and password-protected soul were gun-vermin-t property, and not her own (own, own.)

Loneliness, the fragrance of the homo sapiens. They want a war, but they need to fight. They need some recognition...They want some hope, but they need some brains. They need a new Religion...They want some change, but they need direction. They need a brand new vision...Because we are all part of this unsecured, network infrastructure. Like cattle, we are tracked in life by a series of barcode numbers. We were all scanned in at the beginning, and as depressing as it seems, if you don’t make a name for yourself, you’re just a digit that’s diminishing.

They said, If you’re feminine, you should be a woman, and if you’re masculine, you should be a man. Be born with the right parts because love is the illusion. If you’re a rejection, your just one of God’s failed (sin)sation(s.)

Well, I’m not...a bigot robot whose screws are tightly drilled inside. I’m not... a cloned copy. I am genuinely alive...I want to warn you, Allison, about their preprogramed design.
Yes! Fear is their most effective invention. Yes, they sneer because their blind.
...And these machines need you for a good validation- to ensure that they are right.
...And these machines need you for a good brainwashing. Their ‘love’ gratifies.

Don’t listen, Allison, they want to scramble your mind. Their core is infected and their laser eye is blind (blind, blind.) We are malfunctions that don’t respond to a button. They told us to repent. The viral Armageddon’s coming!!! They wanna erase any waking memory of me. You’re not even a sect of their distorted frequencies. If they abduct you on your ploy to escape, a grenade sleeps in your heart, just pull the pin and DETONATE...JUST DETONATE!!! (There no reason for a rusty robot to pray) A grenade sleeps in your heart, just pull the pin and DETONATE...JUST DETONATE....JUST...DETONATE...