You say there is another me,
yet that very one glimmers in memory
and as eyes go dimmer to dark
Or roll back in a robotic mark.
Sometimes frightening, apparently as I
try to speak...
frighteningly unguided by my rationality
I think I must be drunk, but apparently this other me is quite like me, emotional, perhaps touchy, sometimes saying stupid stuff.
Give the machine a break. His pilot is sleeping.
The program was trained on a childhood problem you see.
My parents chased me to bed.
When I heard the two tone drum of law and order and I was slumbering.
I always had said that I would
rather be there with them all.
So my first task was training my sleeping body to say,
I am awake, besides, the couch was
quite comfortable
Sometimes apparently I had a debate with my brother. Two machines saying nonsense perhaps.
Last night you had a panic attack.
I must know, beyond my flickering memory.
Was I kind? Was I warm?
Was I me?