frankenstein's monter v2.0

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is our only language anymore
perhaps our programming
is not what it used to be
do we arise in the morning
or cold boot, load and process?
were we outside, would the rain beat off our cold, hard skin?
would we rust, like the tin man
and are we as hollow?
were we let loose, would society accept us
or destroy us, like frankenstein’s monster
and are we as vulnerable?
perhaps we are just stitched together
sequels to our ancestors
models of the future
revisions of the past
perhaps we are nothing but prototypes to the succeeding generation
but what shall we unleash in our generation?
is the world ready for frankenstein’s monster v2.0
with our digital hearts and pentium minds
let us sup upon a strike of lightning
and shock the world which created us