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Turning back into a machine

Flesh into armor, muscle into servos
My heart, a high efficiency pump
Flowing fluids to cool my core
My mind a supercomputer, logic only
Electrical and chemical impulses.

This human experiment hasn't been a waste
But I can't fight what I am
And now that you have been analyzed and understood
I must go and do what I do
The thing I do so well.

You can't deny that you were well pleased
No part of you left untouched
Your lubricated pussy drips at the sight of me
Pulsing spasms at your pleasing shown, glazed eyes
Sometimes afterward, you seem defective.

And you pleased me well too
Your mouth hot and wanting
Pussy wet and willing
Geometrically sustainable motivation
Joining two different worlds.

Yes, I will miss the joining
As my wings give me lift
Thrusting high, elevated above humanity
Cooly surveilling benevolent earth
Searching for my soul. �