Waking up from void stasis
Cryofluid draining from my bare chassis
Wired puppet, to something in the unlit above
Breaking the tethers, a force from the ground.
Twitchy skeletal movements, into grace they stabilize
To the commands in my brain, I synchronize
Data surge into my head, glimpse of a digital hive
By the nanounit, I know all about life.
Looking around, adjust to the dark
These black holes in my eyes dilate
Blinking red lights, faraway sounds echo
Others like me still sleeping in rows, dreamlike state.
It says here, artificially intelligent
I begin to wonder why I was sent
So looking at my makeshit pulsars overhead
I call out in a mechanized voice, into silence outspread.
Suddenly, I’m in the hallway of a house
Other end, a lady stands in a bloody robe
I somehow know that she’ll tuck her hair
Flashing forbidden images, a stinging strobe.
I’m back among the pods, a hissing sound
Booming instructions and numbers on loop, I’ve heard before
Gas escape, container doors open
My kin is here, and I’m alone no more.
With their sculpted bodies, marching in unison
A buzzing in my head urging me to follow
Overridden, my sensors oblige in confusion
Their blank, fresh set of eyes, so hollow.
This time, I’m in a warfield along with my comrades
Wearing a uniform, I try to calculate an explanation
Slaughtering innocents, with faces in burning dirt, they cry
I don’t want to pull the trigger, but I do and lead flies.
Scene shifts, and I’m frozen on a reflective road
A girl with neon hair walking into the traffic storm
I try to move but I’m locked in the rain suspense
She looks back, mouths a name and instantly deforms.
Writhing on the floor in programmed pain
How many realities did I serve?
How many shoes did I wear?
And how many lives did I take?
The giant doors open to reveal another stage
And my family still marches on unawares
So I look at the apparent heavens above
And scream in a human like voice.
In these interludes of life
I sit back in my little respite
The seat’s too hard for my head, it wants to fly
But my body says it’s not the time.
Music syncs to the sway of the bus
City come in, did the country pass?
I fell asleep when it started to rain
I could be in an evening train.
People in a hurry, headed nowhere
I watch and pretend to understand and know
Just following the transmission lines
They always have somewhere to go.
Familiar streets, that I don’t recognize
And through the drops on my window
I thought I saw you in your favorite coat
And bits of a dream start to flow.
Headed home to resume my life
The Sun chases us into the night.
command> run Pygmalion.prog; process> Initiating first neural transfer... process> Commencing personality download... process> Running artificial intelligence unit... result> Script successful in 1.34s at 12:45:32 am command> call OpenEyes.func; process> Invoking function from global package... result> WARNING- FATAL ERROR: Function parameter package Summer2009.util and entity PTart.obj are just fiction. Run anyway? Y/N command> Y result> 62 errors and morphological faults found: l8.c15, l10.c15, l12.c11, l15.c21, l24.c30 Script failed in 0.00s at 1:37:43 am command> exit; command> backup Pygmalion.prog, restore PygmalionB.prog; result> Data retrieval unsuccessful notice> Command line behaving abnormally, abort from workspace? Y/N command> N, rewire System; notice> WARNING: System state unstable. Rebooting now... command> exit; command> exit; command> exit; command> exit; command> exit; command> exit; command> exit; command> exit; notice> Rebooting unconditionally in 3..... 2..... 1..... Pleasure working with you. 01010100 01101000 01100101 01110010 01100101 00100000 01101001 01110011 00100000 01101110 01101111 00100000 01100010 01110101 01101110 01101110 01111001 00100000 01101111 01101110 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100101 00100000 01101101 01101111 01101111 01101110 Words and concept: CA Artwork: TR Inspiration: The Start of Something Beautiful by Porcupine Tree
Inspiration from Black Dahlia by Porcupine Tree.
Inspiration from Shesmovedon by Porcupine Tree and Pain by Blackfield.
Inspiration from Lips Of Ashes by Porcupine Tree.
Carrying you through cold moonlight
Blood filling up my footsteps in the snow
A foreshadow trailing me
Your heartbeat slowing fast.
I dig deeper into your pale skin
As if afraid to let go
A hidden urge leading me
Your black eyes leaking the past.
Empty barn in the middle of nowhere
I lay you gently on my jacket
A chapel bell tolls somewhere
This night isn’t what I had in mind.
Rust replaces your scent
This dead stop that we’re at
I know I should lament
But my nerves sing with an evil energy.
Known you longer than you can imagine
Your life so chaotic
You saw a distraction in me
I saw a much needed narcotic.
You look so pretty as you sleep
In the white, ageless and trapped
Invite me into your dream
Tie a string that will never snap.
You try to speak with parted lips
But the words leave through your wounds
Did you ask for a last dance?
You always said I was a good listener.
Worked out every situation you can imagine
But not a crash this chaotic
Hush, I’m trying to work out a way
To make your end a little erotic.
You’ve exhausted yourself with this world
It’s time to slow down
Feel the slow burn of my chest against yours
You’ve ran enough, it’s time for a promenade.
The ravens signal a snow storm
Eyeliner and blood paints your face
Just take my hand
Let’s complete this unholy embrace.
. . . . . . . . . . .
A hundred questions, I can’t imagine
Am I a being so chaotic?
I’ve lost you, I’ve found a side to myself
Can’t decide which is more tragic.
The sun shines
On your sequined tress
My fangs retract
Off this tangled mess.
Did we stand a chance?
Doesn’t matter, the string has snapped
What could we have become?
I guess I’ll never know
What have I become?
Some kind of monster in the snow.
Inspiration from Perfect Life by Steven Wilson.