Mole

Pretending to be human
This machine moves
Mouth, limbs and bowels
Gets along just fine
Among the others.
Must've chosen a good cover.

Gather information
For the coming invasion
Read the imprinted orders.
The neighbours never suspect
That everything they do and say
Goes into the matrix recorder.

This human culture confuses
Only those directly involved.
These sensors from outside
See that all these human
Abuses have their uses.
A few more bytes and we
Machines will no longer hide
But rule.
Bring order, and an end
To these protoplasmic fools.


1.3.2002