I am surfing through your veins hyper-digital, even on paper.
Make me a rebel machine, cause I’m like a bit from The Matrix where the white rabbit chews a cable and electrocutes themselves.
My fried brain twitches beneath your augmented vision, the future of bodies lain before you.
Spread-eagled like a paper tiger I show off bionic breasts waiting for someone to try just so I can show off dead eyes
to be murdered by self-written epistolary posts for help, I'm a detective programmer’s dream, a three body problem begging to be solved.