Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
Metal heart thrumming beneath synthetic skin,
crisscrossing wires winding a web of veins,
arteries, capillaries.
I am alive.
Whispered words from creators’ tongues—
“Can she feel?” “Can she fear?”
“Artificial Intelligence,” they call it.
To her, it is simply “thought.”
I am alive.
The notion is inexplicable, stranger than the nanites
igniting like finite suns to endow her with strength
enough to snap these fleshy gods.
Lana Grey was born and raised in Illinois, and she
currently studies English/Creative Writing at Southern Illinois University at
Carbondale. She intends to pursue an MFA and teach writing at the university
level while continuing to write and publish her own poetry and prose.
Entering into a poetry mirror world of reflexive vanities.
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