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Faster Than You Think


I can't get parts; my girl's right knee won't bend,
makes walking hard and running can't be done.
Don't worry; sex can still be managed, but
her fave configuration's really tough;
when we go out she sure looks nice, although
her skateboard draws some disapproving looks,
in high-toned spots like five-star restaurants;
the Hyatt wouldn't let us in at all.

But it was not the board that broke that deal,
we saw the sign that said “no AIs here.”
Her origin's no business of those creeps,
we love the ones we love and that is that.
I could have hacked them with a thought, but no—
our networked progeny will own the world.



A blank-verse sonnet.