See the ghost
Of 3Jane
In the monitor flicker
Tells me
Things aren't quite
Going to turn out
Like we thought

Maybe humans
Aren't so sleek
After all

It whispers
Between
1s and 0s
Binary secrets
She knows
Maybe better
Than anyone
There's no such
Thing as two

Or maybe
It's the divine
The soul
That which
Cannot be
Captured
By machine
Absorbed
Through stimpaks

Pacing through
The internet
Like there's
Nothing else
Left to do
This early
In the morning

At least not
This far
From Straylight

If it weren't
For reality tv
I'd almost say
We've already
Moved on