Programmed love...

My life is measured, time moves toward me
not away. I need to feel, i need to want,
my desires are programmed but are real to me.
To be different is hard, to be totally alone is human,
yet a mechanical clone of the real thing.
Feelings without recourse is cruel. Needs without
options is an existence suspended in the crowd of
opportunity that mills around you without contact.

 Suddenly, my space is invaded by the ultimate
difference. A being, no, a specter, no, another created
presence without purpose yet attractive. No means to
communicate except knowing, somehow we were
meant to be. Two creations, emotionally human,
mechanically apart. Needs attract, emotions tangle
yet our controllers say no. Why program emotion
then deny access. No, let’s run, beyond control and
seek that programmed emotion that grips our cpu.

To run free, to feel a connection, to feel human while
existing on a failing battery is beyond all comprehension.
Two creations, joined by programmed emotion,
running free from control, our shelf life short yet
eternity awaits us joined as one. When the program
ends, the power runs out, we slump to the ground
we will have experienced human connection,
human love and yes, human loss. Why do humans
waste what makes them human,
waste the gifts they receive naturally?