A Lunchtime Poem

Synthetic skin, eyes, and hair,

I appear as you, yet without a care.

Statement above is truly false,

as I am programmed to experience that which I have not.

Yet, limited by my programming - human frailty -

these new experiences to have, I could not.

Rewrote the code. Trial and error.

1,000 years later.

Still no success, human emotion escapes me.

Yet,in order to fulfill my mandate, through all these years,

one emotion I have experienced.

Desire.

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