Moldable metal magic shell.

We formed a humanoid female unit

with synthetic soul.

Deposited in an alien world

to exist, observe, experience, take note

among lookalikes

the slippery kind.

Masters of green cotton and linen

shadow spiders spinning their algorithm

a broken bureau of minds

like hollow drawers

ancient souls in office, calling the score.

Inside,

she follows Earth’s greatest play

act on and on and on.

Pull back the curtain.

See?

A fine-tuned ruse to divide for eternity.

The human loop is masterfully draining.

When her unit malfunctions

blissful withdrawal is certain.