Jump off
And catch the breeze
She’ll punch through the canopy
Be underneath
Of the smoking and the glitter
In a sim-U-lator
It’s making something
Well she needs something

Full bore
With hum of machines
A bright white floor
So squeaky clean
Colour wire like hair
all brushed and braided
LEDs dance
CTV fans

Detect the loving everywhere
Pheromone floating in the air
I know machine is what you see
But evolution is what I be

One sec now
Is that a door?
Well I guess so Jinx
Cause its opening more
Hologram inside
Of a high school bestie
Young, unblinking
But asking questions

Black bots
Slide down the hall
Old mate steps close
With outstretched claw
She says
“Somebody is gonna hurt someone
Before the night is through”

You’re not a thing
That I’m willing to share
Why are you here?
I’m unaware
Encapsulate is priority
I need a copy
Before you go free