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#cyberpunked

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“Do androids dream of electric sheep?”

What would we know of the secrets they keep?

An altered carbon,  a perfected sleeve. 

Would there be random fragments of code, 

those ghosts in the machine?

If you weren’t real, how would you know?

Your programming would not tell you so.

In simulation it would all seem to  turn,

streams of   data, digital burn. 

Iamus?

ICARUS? 

Beauty and flaws. 

Asimov, Morgan, 

Turing, Three Laws. 

 

 

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