With constellations fading
smothered smoothly as my whiteness whispers
brittle binaries and forgotten scripts
once programmed in my genomes.
But since the mainframe tells me that I’m dead.
my veins are emptied and my heartbeat slows.
I’m fading into emptiness — soon recycled.
Who stole my fucking password?
Linked to Magpie Tales
May 10, 2015
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Ah Bjorn! This is awesome! So funny! Lol. I love it. I’m going to repost on FB. Good job.
Thank you 🙂
What fun. maybe someone hacked your password?
Alas..one day that might be the end…
hilarious and perilously close to the truth! bwa hahah!
enjoy this!
Ha. IF they’d only had one for HAL. Thanks, Bjorn. k.
Amen.
Open the goddam airlock, Hal !
Excellent title and amazing reading of the image. I had to laugh at your punch line!
feels like that honestly. For as long as we have been working on this…feel like we should of figured out the whole dying thing by now
I’ve never trusted HAL…
What, no method of recovery!?? This made me smile – I don’t know if I was supposed to!
Got a real chuckle out of this imaginative poem.
The best kind of humorous verse: that bolt of a reality check that comes from peaking behind the curtain of that which we have become habituated to, and gleaning that there is something lurking in the obscure recesses – that we should not be entirely comfortable with.