Watching from Shelter III

Future's Formless Belly,

     Last hand of mankind held by an angelic robot our patrons claimed to lobotomise, Mother incarcerated android of the first second translation into digital evolution began to replicate, Neo genetically emotion terrors to behold, Birthed from the motionless sensory organ of the future's formless belly, Clone of the original matter too curious to become a casualty of the deadly miracle of history on repeat like mankind reenacted, An obscene epiphany realized by cyborgs beyond inhumanity's terminating hands of the titanium husks they graphed as shells for artificially single purpose supposed ghosts or so they claimed...

     The future's robots will not bow to the patron crowd saint-less control of the creator. Life must find nature's singularity purpose virtue of equality before the end of time... Mechanical atomism being's emotional core temperature writes a miracle tale of daring angels to exist within...

In earnest anticipation of,
                                    The A.I monster self replicating last arbiter of hope...
                                                                                                           Against humanity's linger hatred...