Category : Poems

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The human body
Such a precise machine.
Structured to fight, adapt, and overcome almost anything.
Most resilient to its environment and
Whatever that may bring.
It even runs on a bare minimum 
Quite efficiently. 
Pure perfection,
Except for one thing.
Atop of its body, it was given a brain. 
A complex bundle of sensory reads.
A centralized network that computes conciousness of an individual being.
     And even tho a necessity for survival,
This brain is capable of much, much more and within those abilities whole kingdoms have risen and fallen. 
See each machine computes and perceives based mostly on the affects of its own personal needs. 
Which fails to give to much thought to  its fellow machines or even from the environment from which it springs.
 Now, this has gone on for far too long and damages now become visible to all. They could no longer be denied.
And now united in fear 
they wish to work with all of their peers
 In hopes to repair their damaged sphere. 
But, with fruitless grounds and air thickened to smoke it may be to late for our machines not to choke.
What happened to the universe' most perfect machine?
Most fragily blinded by their own simple beings?