I’m a machine
Programmed with Martial Arts
Wizened with Taoism
Now old and rusty
Some bits lost
Others replaced with second rate parts
The machine might be on its last leg
Cateracts on the cameras
Audio down 50%
Limited range of movement
Nearly time to scrap
But put me next to younger devices
I can Bluetooth knowledge
Insight and wisdom
Learned by experience
If their Bluetooth is set to receive.

The survival programming is gone
No desire to function left
Waiting for God
No needs left
It gets harder to communicate
Contract with life expired
A burden to others
Collecting dust in a corner
Constantly having to be moved
Always in the way
When my machine finally fails
And goes to the scrapyard
What happens to my remote viewer?
Does it take another machine?
Will it be human?
Will it be in this dystopian dimension?
Or will it have learned enough here
And move on from its own dimension?