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Bradley Howington is only a body I inhabit.

There’s something lurking,
something robotic,
something controlled
It’s lurking within ourselves,
we can’t stop
and we can’t get out
Computer code, written software,
below our flesh is wired muscle
Everything we touch, the feeling in our fingers,
it’s all perceived because of artificial failures

We’ve evolved into what we see today:
machines that cause destruction, decay
Our creator sits behind his supercomputer,
writing what we’ll do next,
scripting our future
We’re nothing but software, written for tomorrow
Let’s see what lies ahead
We’ll reprogram,
we’ll borrow

We’re dancing machines set on a path
that will soon destroy our planet
No thought of our future,
we do what we want,
as is our nature
Robotic machines dancing to our own demise,
let’s drink poison,
a little more cyanide

Change will take time,
but by then the synapse will close
and send all robots to the unknown
We’ll be in darkness from where we once came,
back to program one,
reset our brains
A chance to start over,
to kill ourselves again
This cycle must repeat,
it’s written, programmed within

Inside we’re all robotic, written to destroy
Inside we’re wires, mixed with a drop of alloy
Below this biodegradable skin,
we’re all synthetic artificial intelligent beings
spawned with the help of laboratory means

We’re all robotic, set forth to destroy
the world created
by an intelligent boy

There’s something lurking within,
something robotic,
something controlled
It’s lurking within ourselves,
we can’t stop
and we can’t get out
Computer code, written software,
below our flesh is wired muscle
Everything we touch, the feeling in our fingers,
it’s all perceived because of artificial failures

The way we think, the way we see
it’s all software controlling our dreams
Robots bound by darkness, never healed
That’s our lives, made of steel

Categories: Poetry

Comments (28)

  • Beth Winter . March 6, 2012 . Reply

    Brad <3

    This looks fantastic on the screen. I love how you have defined the robot characters and want to know more about the robots. The MP3 is a brilliant reading. Bravo!

    • (Author) Bradley Howington . March 6, 2012 . Reply

      Thank you, Beth! Love you, honey! 🙂

      :heart:

  • Pat Hatt . March 6, 2012 . Reply

    You sure brought forth the robot, can see how this would relate to some of flesh and blood too. Love how it plays on the surface but has some bearing underneath too, nicely done.

    • (Author) Bradley Howington . March 6, 2012 . Reply

      Thank you, Pat! The robot shall not be disguised, he’s struggling to keep himself alive. There’s always an update me must avoid, or he’ll be in darkness from where he used to reside.

      🙂

  • ChasingTao . March 6, 2012 . Reply

    Well, Bradley! Nicely written and full of wisdom! Especially like the lines:

    “We’re dancing machines set on a path,
    that will soon destroy our planet.
    No thought of our future,
    we do what we want
    as is our nature.
    Robotic machines dancing to our own demise,
    let’s drink poison,
    a little more cyanide.”

    My complements on a really well constructed and meaningful poem!

    Kudos,
    Roger ☺

    • (Author) Bradley Howington . March 6, 2012 . Reply

      Thank you, Roger! We are aware of what we’re doing, and we must fix the path before our time runs out. Some people don’t care about how they’re altering our future. We’ll soon be drinking the cyanide wishing we changed before the Earth crumbled around us. All will never be forgotten or forgiven.

      Thank you for your kind comment, Roger!

  • Ginny Brannan . March 6, 2012 . Reply

    Excellent poem! Feels almost lyrical upon reading, especially liked:
    “Computer code, written software,
    below our flesh is wired muscle.
    Everything we touch, the feeling in our fingers,
    it’s all perceived because of artificial failures.

    We’ve evolved into what we see today:
    machines that cause destruction, decay.”

    Especially enjoyed your reading–perfectly “artificial” sounding. Nice job on this, Bradley.

    • (Author) Bradley Howington . March 6, 2012 . Reply

      Thank you so much, Ginny! I really appreciate your words, darling.

      “We’re computer code
      being written as we speak.
      Let’s see what’s ahead
      take one last peek.”

      I’m glad you enjoyed it!

      🙂

  • brian miller . March 6, 2012 . Reply

    damn dude…grisly analysis of us…that is a wicked picture and plays well with your words as well…the second stanza hits for me man….gritty and good man

    • (Author) Bradley Howington . March 6, 2012 . Reply

      Thank you so much, Brian! The photo is a wonderful piece of art that I felt fits this poem so well! So wonderful that I even bought a print, man!

      I’m glad you like it!

      🙂

  • jackie dick . March 6, 2012 . Reply

    Yes! This is a frightening picture you paint of humanity…and back to program 1 to start all over again…to make the same mistakes…we are like robots and beget robots whether fleshy ones or those composed of , man made parts.. Well done!

    • (Author) Bradley Howington . March 7, 2012 . Reply

      Thank you, Jackie! Indeed, back to program one to start the destruction over. We’re encrypted, and I hope we learn how to break the code sooner rather than later.

      Thank you for your wonderful comment, darling!

      🙂

  • claudia . March 7, 2012 . Reply

    dang nice…you capture that controlled getting out of control..that so easy to be manipulated…gritty write indeed..very well executed..

    • (Author) Bradley Howington . March 7, 2012 . Reply

      Thank you, Claudia! We must erase “controlled” from our DNA and reprogram. Once we figure out the secret code, we’ll make robots not so cold. Maybe we’ll go beyond steel and create something real.

      Thanks for your lovely comment, dear!

      🙂

  • Quirina . March 7, 2012 . Reply

    I really liked the way you built up suspense and rhythm. So apocalyptic!

    • (Author) Bradley Howington . March 7, 2012 . Reply

      Thank you, Quirina!

      🙂

  • Fred . March 7, 2012 . Reply

    really cool piece. Love the idea of control and how it moves through the piece in its own ways. The mechanical, robotic element is pleasantly intertwined throughout and the idea of change is prevalent as well. Very cool piece. Thanks

    • (Author) Bradley Howington . March 7, 2012 . Reply

      Thank you, Fred! It’s as if we’re all controlled and can’t break the code that binds us to failure and destruction. We’ll soon be in the junkyard with our robot friends. Scrap.

  • Tony . March 7, 2012 . Reply

    Oh man! How we behave, limiting ourselves to making the same mistakes over and over again, as though we’re programmed that way. We have choices, and if we don’t start making the right ones soon, it really could be too late.

    I’m not going to say I enjoyed this, because somehow I think that wasn’t really your aim. It’s a good read, even though it made me feel uncomfortable and desperately sad.

    • (Author) Bradley Howington . March 7, 2012 . Reply

      Thank you, Tony! We’re machines living what our older model robot friends tried so hard to bring to an end, with no success, only failure within their synthetic hearts. Change is inevitable. If we all start changing as soon as possible, there may be hope for our species.

  • Carys . March 7, 2012 . Reply

    Wow! Interesting concept Bradley and very well written. I think you could probably strip some of the superfluous words and really boil this down to its essence. I think it would make for an even more powerful piece. Come and post it on the board. 🙂

    Julie

    • (Author) Bradley Howington . March 7, 2012 . Reply

      Thank you, Julie! I’ll leave it as it stands, darling. :heart:

  • Ayala . March 7, 2012 . Reply

    Nice capture. The second stanza is excellent !

    • (Author) Bradley Howington . March 7, 2012 . Reply

      Thank you, Ayala! I love that stanza, too! We’re causing decay, that can’t be reversed. It’s sickening.

      :heart:

  • Beth Winter . March 8, 2012 . Reply

    Hello, Brad <3

    The poem and the MP3 are so very well themed, wonderful writing. The MP3 gives me chills.

    • (Author) Bradley Howington . March 8, 2012 . Reply

      Hello, Beth! :heart:

      Thank you, dear! I wanted to record a “robotic sounding” recording to fit the theme of the poem. At first I wasn’t sure about it, but I decided to roll with it, love! I’m glad you enjoy it!

      🙂

  • Luke Prater . March 11, 2012 . Reply

    Nice.. reminded me of Terminator and The Matrix quite a bit

    • (Author) Bradley Howington . March 11, 2012 . Reply

      Thanks for stopping by, Luke! That’s very interesting. Robots eating computer code. 🙂

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