Artificial Intelligence (C.I collaboration)
Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 1:58 pm
blokB:
If i wanted to be human could it be done in a wish?/
Na, i have no spirit, my emotions come from a chip/
bones not skeletal, the ore of metal was plentiful/
1000 times stronger than steel and 1000 times as flexible/
humans a weak thing, dont understand you, feel pain/
and have to do pointless tasks to survive each day/
so am i alive...my vast databanks cant debate this/
when an iron-clad will is the material im made with/
some lab components birthed me, no pain involved/
just a cpu with processors that had my brain installed/
an A.I voice automater that slightly gifted my speech/
so the latest techno magazine had pictures of me/
still theres a hole in my mind the way a soul is defined/
man-made, but if have dreams.. then i know im alive/
im hopeless to die, my vessel conquered mortality/
but I'm living the rest of my life drawn in formalities/
PunchdDrunk:
skin over my muscle tissue pressed with issues/
life Ive missed you but I'm stressed with miss use//
if use was miss strewed forgive my attempts/
a machine feels no love, but I'm filled of regrets//
so does that sep-arate me from them? my position?/
fun's an emotion but I'm numb in its opposition//
lost in translation like a Pakistani kid/
I'm looking for a home where the devils don't live//
I give. mechanical feelings placed inline for me/
the same way life's a bitch in my dreams and chases me//
I awake in confusion the delusion being why am I fleeing?/
I'm loosing myself but the programming's already running//
I'm gunning for the door loosing the lighting/
fighting the crowds like clouds with lightning//
I'm proud but dying the sound of crying is frying/
my circuitry echoes like an eternity hurting me//
Kau The Lion:
I was born of many minds on an assembly line
In a room of humans feels like behind enemy lines.
The only friend of mine is a random appliance.
My school days were known as quality compliance.
I hold no alliance but to my programming language.
I hold no devotion to a soul and it’s anguish.
Behold as I languish in an existential nightmare.
Blessed to live forever, the rest of it ain’t quite fair.
Doomed to live forever and observe the end of days.
I can’t be turned off; humans can’t mend their ways.
My flesh is burned off in the heat of the fall out.
Cold steel exposed and my circuitry calls out.
But I cannot appease it, just pick up the pieces
That I need to create the mechanical Jesus.
Each day I wade through, collect and discard.
The vast junkyard that’s become my front yard.
If i wanted to be human could it be done in a wish?/
Na, i have no spirit, my emotions come from a chip/
bones not skeletal, the ore of metal was plentiful/
1000 times stronger than steel and 1000 times as flexible/
humans a weak thing, dont understand you, feel pain/
and have to do pointless tasks to survive each day/
so am i alive...my vast databanks cant debate this/
when an iron-clad will is the material im made with/
some lab components birthed me, no pain involved/
just a cpu with processors that had my brain installed/
an A.I voice automater that slightly gifted my speech/
so the latest techno magazine had pictures of me/
still theres a hole in my mind the way a soul is defined/
man-made, but if have dreams.. then i know im alive/
im hopeless to die, my vessel conquered mortality/
but I'm living the rest of my life drawn in formalities/
PunchdDrunk:
skin over my muscle tissue pressed with issues/
life Ive missed you but I'm stressed with miss use//
if use was miss strewed forgive my attempts/
a machine feels no love, but I'm filled of regrets//
so does that sep-arate me from them? my position?/
fun's an emotion but I'm numb in its opposition//
lost in translation like a Pakistani kid/
I'm looking for a home where the devils don't live//
I give. mechanical feelings placed inline for me/
the same way life's a bitch in my dreams and chases me//
I awake in confusion the delusion being why am I fleeing?/
I'm loosing myself but the programming's already running//
I'm gunning for the door loosing the lighting/
fighting the crowds like clouds with lightning//
I'm proud but dying the sound of crying is frying/
my circuitry echoes like an eternity hurting me//
Kau The Lion:
I was born of many minds on an assembly line
In a room of humans feels like behind enemy lines.
The only friend of mine is a random appliance.
My school days were known as quality compliance.
I hold no alliance but to my programming language.
I hold no devotion to a soul and it’s anguish.
Behold as I languish in an existential nightmare.
Blessed to live forever, the rest of it ain’t quite fair.
Doomed to live forever and observe the end of days.
I can’t be turned off; humans can’t mend their ways.
My flesh is burned off in the heat of the fall out.
Cold steel exposed and my circuitry calls out.
But I cannot appease it, just pick up the pieces
That I need to create the mechanical Jesus.
Each day I wade through, collect and discard.
The vast junkyard that’s become my front yard.