She stands in a world of binary and metal.

Her fingerprints faded, and now just codes.

Her eyes were replaced by glowing screens,

And memory chips litter her brain.

Her skin had been stretched and soldered,

To the perfect beauty.

Traced with metal veins and disappearing into her skin,

Feeding the coded blood back to the source.

A speaker steals her lips,

Speckled black holes,

Never to be kissed.

As she begins to breathe

the murmur of the fan

nourishing her with air.

Place a stethoscope over her chest,

And hear her whirring heart,

A ticking time bomb.

A wire climbs the rungs of her spine.

Transmitting, transmitting,

Failing, Failing, Failing…