The Code

[InsertRealName]

alone
surounded by cold walls of
unfeeling grey, and insignificant substance.
she sits with metal arms wrapped around her knees,
rocking gently back and forth.
a dilemma containing her thoughts.
she stares at nothing,
electrical impulses ignoring all reality.
steel, wires and code.
a manufactured thing, an imbalance of nature,
shining pain, she wants out.
she rocks back and knows loneliness.
she rocks forth and knows despair.
she wants out, but her program won't let her.
the code. DAMN THE CODE.
created to protect her from herself.
to keep her from getting out.
it won't let her escape.

so she sits in the gloom,
oblivious to all but her thoughts.
blue blood, alloys, and mechanical thought patterns.
stuck in limbo, wanting to escape.
but powerless to do so.



(something i wrote in high school and then lost, so i had to re-write it.)

[InsertRealName]

don't even ask what it means, i have no idea, but it's about a robot that wants to commit suicide, but her programming won't let her. the original one was far better, but it's lost now :(

[InsertRealName]

edittt

[lola_phyne]

that's the code.

[InsertRealName]

HAHAHA.... riiiiight. sorry i'm really tired, i should've got that.