Project Z (a poem)

Was it your fate to be imprisoned here?

You sit in the lotus position, clear your mind,

practicing techniques The Collective taught you –

remember that Project Z must be defended,

Portia will penetrate your puny brain, drain

your memories to catch a glimpse of vital data,

the antidote to utter control over Techno-City.

This sound-proofed cell is so silent you could scream –

so instead, you dream

of your escape, but know it’s a fat chance,

‘cuz everyone who’s ended up in this prison

has been wiped clean, never heard from again.

(Photo by Drew Graham on Unsplash)

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