Happily the technocrat drone clone
from the mutAnt colony subhuman1
whistled his way to his weekly splinter tribe Faction 9
Survivalist meeting. (He was only required to make it
half way to the meetings, of course.
In that span the TSA supercomplex
had assimilated all the information it required
for the meeting to proceed without him.
Reports, notes, speeches scanned and
mindsets imprinted.)
The drone clone stepped off the commuter trax
at the very next exit, and stepped into the wind.
It was free to do what it wanted to.
very curious indeed....enig-o-matic.
ReplyDeletegracias, el topo. quisiera indicar con esa cuentita una historia de nosotros mismos, humanidad. Es una cuenta que pregunta, quien va hacer nuestro trabajo, en el futuro?
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