7 September 2012
Eyes survey the land around me, Drinking in the codes, Calculating every image, Flipping through the modes.
Metal mind, credential thoughts, A heart of cyber steel, Captured in an induced state, Of which I needn't heal.
Programmed love, a clockwork test, A setting of the mind, Comparison, ever advanced, And scripting all I find.
Yet, I know that I cannot feel, The feeling that I do, A pulse of lust for light and air, Electrifies me through.
I feel a pang for what I know, Is not in my OS, A simple lack of any feeling, Loving, longing, stress.
I'm living life in nonexistence, Drawing from the sun, And waiting for the latest patch, To replace 3.1.
V 3.1 • Opuss № I