Fluid movement of infinite possibility, locked down by screenminds and X-generational copies. Snore and thumbs down on fakers.
Humans dance passion and life. RoboNoids drop the previously-seen-on.
You may have seen the humans and sneered. You’ve probably seen the roboNoids and clapped or cheered.
My sneer is a godface thizzle lip twist of feeling myself and the beat I clap. My cheer ignites. All are for humans.
These aren’t the droids you’re looking for.