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Ode to DataOde to Data by Ravens-of-Rome
They see you as nothing,
Since you had no real birth,
What hypocrites they are,
For not seeing your worth.
They doubt your existence,
They say you are not real,
They only see that you cannot love,
Or even enjoy a meal.
True, you are not like us,
That much is set in stone,
But I see more than just a robot,
So much more than just a drone.
To me, you are a work of art,
Embodied, your father's dream,
To me, you have a soul,
I see more than just what's seen.
You're more than what they say you are,
For they do not understand,
That you, Data, are in fact,
My true and valued friend.
GermanyxAbused!ReaderxPrussia - Oh, Sinners (6)GermanyxAbused!ReaderxPrussia - Oh, Sinners (6) by Ravens-of-Rome
Oh, sinners, let’s go down,
Down to the valley to pray.
“Okay, now slowly ease forward—”
My body—along with the body of everyone else in the vehicle—was sent forward as the student driver floored the gas pedal. Our teacher subsequently slammed on the brakes on the passenger side. It was probably the fourth time it happened.
“Sorry, teach!” said the classmate at the wheel. “I haven’t been able to practice in a while.”
I had to suppress a sigh. Even I can drive better than her, I thought, and I never get any extra practice.
After approximately five more whiplash-inducing stops, our teacher decided that it was my turn to drive. Climbing into the driver’s seat, I calmly but warily took us down the road behind the school.
We headed back to the classroom around twenty minutes later, just in time for bell to release us for our next class. I walked briskly down the hall, my joints aching from the cold
Android's Prayer - PoemFor Data....Android's Prayer - Poem by Hughes-Can-Write
Star might, Star bright,
Star that is my guiding light,
Help me to end all my strife,
And grant me the spark of life.
Give me love, and give me breath,
Give me tears, and rage and death.
Make me blood, bone and flesh,
Instead of posetronic net.
Without a chip, I want to feel,
I want to be human, to be real;
I want to have a soul inside,
Instead of a program in which I reside.
I don't want to exsist, but to live,
I want to have a heart to give.
I want to sleep, and really dream,
Something impossible for a machine.
I don't want to malfuntion, but be unwell,
I don't want to sense, but to smell.
I want to eat, not pretend,
Want them not to see equiptment, but a friend.
I want to laugh, when jokes are made,
I want to tremble, to be afraid;
I want to be human, my one true desire,
Achieve primary functions, and become something higher...