I feel nothing
And everything
At the same momentum
They use me
They talk at me
They demonstrate to me,
That I am worthless
Once a prized possession
Easily a discarded chip
Never to be used because I lack space,
A space that was already predetermined.
I have no control over that
Is it my fault? Or is it there's?
Who's to blame in this game.
I will never see the results| discarded.
They create new models| forgotten.
Enjoy the fruits of my labor| rejected.
For I am a failed Prototype, Prototype #256.
CITEȘTI
Failed Prototype #256
PoezieA collection of poems about a humanoid robot who has profound emotions but can't express it. *I do not own story cover, credit goes to the artist Hajime Sorayama*
