the Cosmic body
spawned planet Earth,
a malignant tumor
of cannibalized,
predatory intelligence
so haunted by
physical death,
the self-extinctive,
gluttonous vanity
ingrained in its
commercial agenda
is implicit in the
nanotech machines
they're designing for
space exploration,
which contradicts all
technical efficiency.
The question is:
can a robot be
for insanity?

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