Eyes look out from this cell, limbs of flesh and bone function mechanically on the hard black plastic, a puppet with no strings, I don't recognise this thing, sounds come, they echo of reality, is this whats expected of the shell? must it continue to function? they talk to it, they smile unsure at it, but it leaves no shadow from the sun.Mechanical, mechanical, mechanical creature, what function do you serve? the space you occupy wasted, how long still?
