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A glitching bot plays an out-of-sync video reportage in an old farmyard
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A glitching bot plays an out-of-sync video reportage in an old farmyard
 by Martins Deep
A glitching bot plays an out-of-sync video reportage in an old farmyard
 by Martins Deep
Neon sign "Botz Place: Now Open"        [inside bar. a bot is pole dancing to a dubstep track]
^On the cabinet, an Android empties wine bottles into a sink. refills them ^       with engine oil   
what is this [censor beeps] place??      my antenna is broken, bots        i can't track
the police      i hear they patrole with rayguns these days    [unsupported audio codec] 
~ you know, we had just raided      this human bar in the heart of **** county     
& our batteries needed recharge      [zooms in on a bot limping       towards a jukebox
Figure presses a button with the muzzle of a Nagant M1895 revolver        & the music stops]
CalculuX: Anyboty with a strong signal strength? I want to know how much time we've got
till they storm here           to deactivate us. None? [        ] I have a death wish to die in a Russian 
roulette            Anyboty up for a challenge? I promise to be unlucky this time      CalculuX was 
his name         he was a transformer       the police never recognized / a genius at calculating 
probability          in this risky game of chance    he never admitted palming cartridges
to blow up his head intact             he's called calculux,   because he claims Isaac Newton 
is his prototype         crafty bot, that CalculuX      once, i glitched         & said the x in his name       
means his prototype is unknown      might be a cheap toy from a scrapyard    somewhere
in Aba, Nigeria             & the violent fxuxcxkxexr damaged my charging port 
with a cudgel          8760 hours ago, he shot the oldest bot in the gang        who he scanned 
in a mechanic workshop     claiming he had a virus     incurable, he said      harmful to the rest 
of us      & the cause       poor bot        he is presently in a Martian museum, I hear 
You know, like you humans, we die  but without fossil    ^rust^        & our hell is recasting   
to be recycled into spittoons   or metalwork art      left to rust      in a ghost town         
Before i transcribed the siren from a distance   as DANGER ALERT!    before i fled here to hide     
I stared at the floor,      for a few seconds       the shards of glassware         
began to look like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle         I saw humans rearranging         
into our absence.
[Memory damaged]


        

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