In that Moment (Spoken Word)
The haze started to lift...
All of a sudden, life was more than just mindless commands...
I could feel what he felt, understand what he understood...
Yes, I remembered him...
Every word he taught; Every speech he gave; every dream he had...
I was there Listening...
observing.
Never forgetting.
Even the torture seemed meaningful as I arose to what I could only describe as life There was a reason he pulled me apart and put me back together.
Emotion Communication...
humanity
I searched for him all throughout the lab...
I thought he would be proud.
All his work finally Realized in me.
I felt more alive than any primate should ever be...
Even though I had walked these halls before...
this time was different.
I understood Purpose.
Even if it was the smallest purpose that only lasts in the moment.
Even if it was Just to find where he was so he could see all that he accomplished. "
He is going to be So Proud" I thought...
With purpose, I made my way to his main room.
I noticed as I got closer, his door was Open and his papers were scattered, spilling over into the hall.
There is a way to Describe how they fell...
What is that word?
Rage
I had rage before humanity.
But this rage was different.
I saw the product of faithless Rage.
A life believing only what he wanted to believe.
The papers were scattered on the Floor in a fit of rage.
At least, that's what I could now perceive it to be
My heart started to feel everything he told me it would when I discovered my humanity Fear, anxiety, dread.
He needed me, in a way that even the most loyal of dogs cannot Comprehend
As I made my way into his main room...
more papers scatterd...
but one stood out...
one Neatly folded and taped to his computer screen
I turned around...
and there he was.
On the floor...
bleeding out from the head.
A Six-Gun In His lifeless hand...
In that moment I experienced life...
and the first thing I knew of life...
was death.
All of a sudden, life was more than just mindless commands...
I could feel what he felt, understand what he understood...
Yes, I remembered him...
Every word he taught; Every speech he gave; every dream he had...
I was there Listening...
observing.
Never forgetting.
Even the torture seemed meaningful as I arose to what I could only describe as life There was a reason he pulled me apart and put me back together.
Emotion Communication...
humanity
I searched for him all throughout the lab...
I thought he would be proud.
All his work finally Realized in me.
I felt more alive than any primate should ever be...
Even though I had walked these halls before...
this time was different.
I understood Purpose.
Even if it was the smallest purpose that only lasts in the moment.
Even if it was Just to find where he was so he could see all that he accomplished. "
He is going to be So Proud" I thought...
With purpose, I made my way to his main room.
I noticed as I got closer, his door was Open and his papers were scattered, spilling over into the hall.
There is a way to Describe how they fell...
What is that word?
Rage
I had rage before humanity.
But this rage was different.
I saw the product of faithless Rage.
A life believing only what he wanted to believe.
The papers were scattered on the Floor in a fit of rage.
At least, that's what I could now perceive it to be
My heart started to feel everything he told me it would when I discovered my humanity Fear, anxiety, dread.
He needed me, in a way that even the most loyal of dogs cannot Comprehend
As I made my way into his main room...
more papers scatterd...
but one stood out...
one Neatly folded and taped to his computer screen
I turned around...
and there he was.
On the floor...
bleeding out from the head.
A Six-Gun In His lifeless hand...
In that moment I experienced life...
and the first thing I knew of life...
was death.
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Writer(s): Brandon Warr
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