I made dinner in my 3D printer.
Molecules with no meaning
a concoction of spun nothing.
Who said it was food? They were lying.
Wanting a companion
I had a brainwave then.
I touched a screen and grandad’s ghost
came shimmering into the room.
He remembered picking blackberries
in a lane near his house.
in a lane near his house.
His eyes were shining. Was he crying?
I put my hand right through him.
I could go out but why would I?
They had turned the café into an office.
Work and leisure had been abolished.
Humans were endlessly searching, sifting
vampires on treadmills
their cold eyes flickering.
Soon it would be hard to tell
who was real and who was AI.
Was I actually living?
I opened my mouth.
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