Apocalyptic Ink

Charcoal and paper

To draw artificial life.

There's an irony.

The crude and the elegant

They seem kinda pissed?

Maybe stop shooting at them?

Fucks' sake, Akida.

Oh look, now they are swarming.

A single drone, lost,

Seperated from it's hive.

Learning what it is.

Individuality;

The algorithm

Has decreed that you should go.

And it's never wrong.

Whatever you did, we trust,

Do android lovers

Share bodies with each other?

Such intimacy!

To share arms or legs, and to

Strange technology,

He claims he's got it figured.

Cloud of smoke refutes.

For sure next time, he tells me:

My android friend's cool

It let me paint it's new head

And decorate it.

Don't understand each other,

We fight tiny wars

Over shrinking bits of land

Crabs in a bucket.

We don't stand a chance with them,

Swarm of tiny bots

We'd first thought it was locusts

Now we wish they were:

Bugs don't take apart your house.

Luke's been acting weird,

Since he got back from his trip.

Feels like someone else.

You don't think something happened?

Sav is terrified:

The hive dreams of their demise,

Does she dare tell them?

She's so new to all of this

The lights flicker off

I can't tell where they're hiding

But they want me gone

Through bleak tunnels they stalk me

Old pills have decayed.

He gives them out all the same,

Healing through their faith.

Doesn't know what else to do,

We came home to find

Home is now a ziggarut:

A towering hive,

Organic spires replacing

The android council:

Ancient ones come together

To blame each other.

Such knowledge and power there,