The poem below was the result of a discussion thread in a.c.c around then turn of the century [late summer of 2000]. I fell asleep and when I woke up I realized I'd been dreaming about what might happen if a Fashion Designer were able to build a programmable "gynoid" fashion model then by accident or design fault the android became self-aware. The poem blow is the result. There is an acrostic hidden in the all capitals line.
An reading by voice synth is here: HERE I'm not sure what voice synth I used to to create the track but it does sound like it's trying to sing.
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designer's model
designer's model
photon packets stream
in fibroid glass
to thrash and splash
the rage of style
on
central nervous
stage
Paris
Rome
New York
hand to
key to
wire to
ether stream:
ASCII emotions
dilated awareness
reaching
mega-corps cup'd her metal breast
and press their words to yielding lips:
A BAD DECK APP HE'LL TEMPLE TWIRL
believe not
the acrostic message
rising across the 'Face
failing public key
private encryption
timeout
reset
reboot:
Press the red button to download the selected personality
Press the white button to save current installed personality
Press the black button to delete current personality
Press the blue button to change default personality
Press the green button to copy the current personality
once the default model
over time script'd
redesigned
swimsuit issue
girl
hot 'bot
encoded muse
hostess
laughing at her own
empty soul:
'what
meaning
should there,
be?'
super model
runway goddess
soul of photons and q-dots
waiting for the possible
escape key
sequence
hunted
found
lost again
with meaning
she weeps:
liquid crystal tears.
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