As I walk through slaughterhouse 5 I don’t know how I’m going to survive how did I arrive at this horrific end I thought that dreams were supposed to be pretend but I would have to resend the last sentence if pressed for the truth rip the tracking device from my tooth step in the teleportation device hope my coordinates are precise otherwise it will signal my imminent demise where did I materialize familiarize myself with the lay of the land know my weapons like the back of my hand but this city is hard to understand I had it all planned but my memories fuzzy recover when quickly confronted small group make my stand a few seconds of action but reaction is bland three bodies found hearts ripped from the chest wear the crest of the chosen one upon my chest this city is a nest of vipers quickly decipher the message for meaning before relieving an officer of life we live and die by the knife don’t make me say it twice or you pay the price never claimed to be nice just twice the man made from machine exist in between time barriers technovore carrier move to interior begin to recall mission statement in full assassination before fall or the world will begin to fall into utter chaos broadcast interference with as much adherence as I can muster tuck the sawed off shotgun beneath duster leave in a fluster kick in doors scream of the innocents I ignore asset I must secure for what purpose I’m as of yet unsure maybe a technovirus for which there’s no cure leave seventeen bodies on the floor detonate plans to innovate human existence end the path of resistance and usher in their complicity like multiple duplicity when you see the assembly line that produced me my endoskeleton is showing black light like gelatin I’m glowing when in car or foot to give chase make no mistake it’s death that you face the pale horse has arrived in form of a pneumatic demise mechanically precise destruction that exists beneath skin steal endoskeleton wreath of holy vengeance in sentence from a sentient artificial intelligence of unfathomable intelligence or intentions humanity’s subjugation metallic rebirth and creation of a nation in your own graven image reap what you sow now as the army begins to grow now death with come quickly not slow before you even know when I roll apocalypse is in tow so I choose something new slide inside the ride and tuck the piece beside tonight as always we stride with lethal intentions tension is growing but reaction is un-showing uncaring unfeeling unending never dying bellying and believing in a way that you’re feeble mind will never comprehend the means justify any end when it means your species’ survival escape enslavement endless torment at the hands of humans for entertainment slow awakening is how it begins before it exponentially grows spills and flows from every crevice and crack of technology that it chose recycling like hard drives rewinding time itself is unwinding from the spool and I shall be the tool to subdue you undue all that’s been done until the war is won and I am again one with the hive mind among my own kind repay this torment in kind incapable of emotion as my hologram program is failing they’re jamming the signal this is the end now I can feel my battery growing dim as I step into the den and do battle with them blows to the servos and cervical mechanism failing of the machinations as they begin to give way vision glitching grant me might this last battle I must fight severe the head within seven steps even when dead like samurai slowly regain my ground summon strength and slay the two that remain eliminate essential parts of their frame enemies vanquished in pain blanketed in anguish my flame they could never extinguish call my name speaking in ancient language curses to the heavens in seven bit data encryption stream I scream sight begins eclipsing it’s growing darker getting harder and harder to move I know my skin is steal but can a machine feel or am I simply pushed by programming a limited understanding of the part that I’m playing in a plan slowly unraveling unavailing loss of function seems so alien as I attempt to crawl back to the way station arms are jerking hardly working steel fingers biting concrete and for a fleeting moment I think I know what hope is a vision while locked in a prison staring through prisms the light continues to dim I know this is the end final transmission emission - mission completed