Broken Automations

The press, the machine, the railway, the telegraph are premises whose thousand-year conclusion no one has yet dared to draw. Friedrich Nietzsche

                                                   

 " Because I love you and nothing more. "

You sat their with your empty eyes,

You gazed at me with the most merciful of stares.

I can honestly admit, this humanoid used to work.

But it shut down when I told it, 

" I love you. "

I don;t know why I said it.

Why should a human say that to a machine?

A creator to it subject?

A higher achy to it's peasant?

Maybe because?

This robot was an replica of someone I used to love until they faded away.

And this was a memory ....

Are you empty?

Did you ran out of gas?

Did that ghost leave the shell?

Say something...

Please...

Give me hope that she is still there.