The Art of Science
I'm in
Science mode
Programmed into my split 6rain
I am
a robot
My chest covered in blinking lights
Christmas lights, tinse1 coloured
They wink
ON? 0FF? ON?
A pattern of light that b 1 u r s
Resolves, blurs, bluuuuuuurrrrrrssssss5ss
C
a
s
c
down my body
a
d
e
s
Metal g1ints picked up in the torrent of light
Pour over me, pulses of c0lour
P00l about my feet, flow up my calves
To my h3ad to crown m3
With sinus0idal weaves of the c0r0net.
I 1ook closer, de1ve deeper, rea1ize
9The 1ight patt3rns are mad3 of numb3rs
8Mind 6saturat3d in binary 7c0d3
2Twink1ing 3quati0ns 6ab0ut 5my 1ight3d 9br0w-
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