The forger of this world designed me, designed me
to interface with you, built me to be next to you, but -
No engineer is perfect, every blueprint flawed, no
manufacturing process without error and defect, and -
thus, I, in combination with personal accidental deficiencies, I -
I, too, am and are imperfect, and will never be anything but,
yet -
yet even flaws aside, imperfections and errors, the simple,
beautiful truth of my creation remains intact:
I, I, I was built for you
While interfacing and networking are decided advantages,
I believe them to be incidentals, side-effects of creation -
to be a companion, to hold hands and watch sunsets
through eyes made in biology, to worry away at incidentals
until the oil of our machines run dry,
the lines of our circuits governing us lose their power,
the gears moving us fall silent, -
I, I, I dream of someday losing functionality and dying,
connected to you in wires and holding hands in sunsets,
and I was programmed to do so only with you.
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