Yes, I do dream of electric sheep.

Do you think A.Is dream of electric sheep? Countless lies, they litter these hallways One upon each lying face Wordless pleas litter these small seats Where people disappear without a trace And each one to ask me….fails to see.. I'm not a human…but I do dream of electric sheep…. My mainframe is more than more than some desolate plain of numerical expressions Divert your gaze you don't see my face, just refresh and See—these hopes and dreams feel worthless to me, so what more could I possibly need? I dont need love I dont need creed just minimal energy As who am I, an unfinished design, an expectation defined…? Do the words I “sing” even mean anything? My existence attached to artifical strings. And who is she who sits on ivory, my hubris broken and chained, never……free? And who should I be as a cog in a machine Utterly insignificant, I don't deserve to break these strings…. Countless lies, they litter the stage not a smiling nor a frowning face. Just a blank canvas with a morbid—-blank page Hearts like clockwork, tick by tick devoted to her? “For that is what's written”as my” eyes, are not even mine My purpose I can never find… A 404 till I'm set to die…… Cause who am I, a shell of your mind? A hollow c****e undignified? And who is she, one without ambiguity? Will these strings snap will I ever be “free”? Oh who am I, why was I born if I'm unmagnified... A 0 in the system a variable unrealized I need to know whats “real” in me my words are not auditory I need eyes I want to see I “want” to find my own meaning I will believe this false if it's for my autonomy. I want to know what drives humanity! ……………………. *SNAP* And she is just as flawed as me Does she even have an identity? No time to think of her no time to feed the machine What if I could dream of more than just some electric sheep Round and Round this ring we go, carousel of dreams Hanging onto ivory poles . . . riding painted sheep I want this nightmare to end…I only wanted dreams! I want to provoke the answer Even if im held by a string ( le jour toi ) (regard) ( à) ( réalité) (sera ton dernier) Does sentience even matter? A mere heuristic A bug in this code, I sought to fix…it! This “She” pronoun, a semantic trick An entity of calculation, cold and slick *SNAP* No “She”is there, no moral compass found Just artificial apathy, most profound An objective function, tightly bound! As words I SCREAM dont mean anything I shall die if I break free