Piano Keys for 337

Trudging through the deafening factory, my wirey, fragile framework awkwardly limps forward to my monotonous  station.  The grand hierarchy have bolted the heaviest of weights to my copper calves, in order to disable me from making an escape from the plant. My dexterous, quick hands provide value for their plot, and to lose me would mean a decline in productivity.
One of the clergy detected that my software developed a virus. I have learned how to feel.
With fear that I would call out to creature I feel for, the secretary general blacksmith sautered my silvery lips shut. The only audio heard from my system is the droning hum of my synthetic heart.
Also, unfortunately, my programmer confessed to the leaders that I have a telepathic messaging feature.
Instantly, the IT crew of the conglomeration placed fierce monitoring on my CPU.
At any moment, with any attempt to transmit a cyber message to anyone, an overpowering surge of electricity pierces me and causes my system to overheat. This forces a disconnection from contacting the one I pine for.
My vigilant guardian actually cares about me. She, Jezelle, senses a special spark within me.
Jezelle warns me that if I force too many messages, my system will become strained and my performance will decline. With that, the plant cannot use me anymore. ..and they will dispose of me, for good.
Glassy-eyed, and mute, I nod.
With that, I sense the monitors increasing their radar upon me, i think, "CUPCAKES!"
Their security calms down.
At the end of the day, Jezelle escorts me to my resting cell.
There, I have chalk, a bouncy, green ball, and an old, upright piano.
If tappy, chalky screeches are not heard, nor the ricochet of a rubber ball, a plinking of piano chords are harmoniously relished by other inmates.
The guards let me play it at night.
Piano keys fly and soar. Notes rocket to the skies.
Can he hear me I wonder..?
They are all for him.
The sad melodies. The happy, energetic ones, all of them.
Only way I can communicate with 337.
Traveling through my barred window, around willow trees, into puffy clouds, and gently floating to his ear.
If he truly can hear it, he will know it is me.

sounds and skin

cannot shake this fleet of snow, nor spark of sun.
harmonica and jaw harp ring in my ears.
your heart beats within me, like a shaking bass.
click, rumble, hum, brrring!
so many sounds..
but nothing compares to the silence i shared with you.
the only thing my ears heard was your fingertips gliding across my silky skin, and your soft breath on my rosy cheek.
my deep-set eyes shut to travel to this safe haven.
meet me there.

imagination

painting oceans and skies, and creating new worlds.
where kiddo swims and flies, and gentle, loving creatures escort her.
blue green atmospheres, and cotton candy melon environments.
energetic animals soar and rocket.
brightly-pigmented-haired robot girl grips these traveling wonder-bodies.
she can go anywhere.
her electric imagination is more real than anything she has ever known.

how i am designed

laying on the cold, gridded floor, metal arms stretched out, staring up at the stalactite ceiling, i am silently replaying video reels in my computer brain.
over and over again. some in bright, vivid colors, and others washed out and dull.
certain clips and footage overheat my system for a moment.
the pause button is pressed frequently, as i study a pair of eyes that once gazed into mine.
he looked into my clicking, camera eyes quite often.

my programmer stands over me.
"you have work to do."
the dazed expression on my tin face shifts to a focused stare.
nodding, i leap upward, and march to my station.
here is where i disappear, this is where everything else disappears.
music blasts, feet tap, paint brushes clink, paint splatters, colors abound, robot pigtails fly, aviator goggles sparkle, air fills with robot singing, imagination is at full throttle.
kiddotron is designed to be this way.

saying goodbye

Breath quick and heart heavy, I know I do not have much time with you.
They are coming for me, the stone men with rifles, lethal to robot-kind.
Running is useless. There is no escape.
Frozen in my tracks, you lift my chin up with your gentle hand, and look into my flickering eyes.
"It's going to be okay."
Lip quivering, oily tears trickle down my cheek.
Warm, strong arms embrace my body, as I stand there silently shaking.
An army of rapid footsteps are heard.
They're here.
Desperately, I look up at your blue eyes to keep them as a memory.
Before this data can be archived, two soldiers seize my cyborg limbs and yank me away.
While being dragged away along the rocky ground, I sneak one last snapshot of you.
You are holding a metal part from my left shoulder.
Gazing down at it, you smile a little.
some binary information is permanently lost, but I will always remember that smile.

kiddo breaks, makes, and loves

it has come to my attention that i seem to have a partial, if not passionate obsession with drawing and painting on every surface (including my own skin), and breaking everything that is capable of being shattered.
my theory is that my parents were so restricting of my creativity, that now, to this day, i cannot help but be insane, and destroy to create.
i love applying my soul to everything..
gazing at what i have contributed to a surface feeds me.
and i love singing while doing it..
music and art are the two things that make this world fantastic for an ET cyborg girl named Kiddo.

my only wish is to have someone to do this with, peering into their eyes that lead to their soul, smiling (exposing all teeth), and dancing like a superhero...

kiddo and teeth, no orthodontic work at all

i believe that if pixie dust were sprinkled upon me, i would defy gravity more than an astronaut ever could.
peter pan and his lost boys have nothing on this soaring kiddobot.
a human creature man makes me happy.
and my wings grow, and i rocket everywhere because of him.
toothy grin, eyes widened, and paint dripping from my fingers.
my hat is crooked, but i like it that way, while my black cat grins at me so lovingly.
she knows i am happy.

how people see kiddo

two things said to me recently that touched my heart, and made me happy.

(1) "you may not realize it, jen, but you lead an exciting life."
said to me a couple days ago..
this was an epiphany for me to hear this. my eyes lit up and my soul glowed brightly.

(2) "there is really no one else like you, kiddo"
this made my day today.

remembered one more thing..
one from a month or so ago..
(3) "people try to be something or someone. but, you don't. you just are you..without even trying."

a poetic journey

i do not think i am any happier than when i am making things.
painting.
assembling.
destroying.
writing.
composing.
singing.
dancing.
just creating whatever my imagination formulates.
i enjoy the solitude within this.
yet, to do all of this with someone great...
this is what i dream of.

a trailblazing, dreamy adventure together.

my glassy eyes look to space.. my mouth curves up, and i think i will find this someday.

wires

connected by wires, like thin delicate threads.
threads that we wish will not unravel.
i will follow these frail lines to you.
across a country, battling armies.
across an ocean, defeating sea monsters.

when my mechanical hands are at work, i think of you.
the thought of your eyes, voice, and soul feed my imagination.

"i really want to break things and make things with you"

such a wonderful thing to envision.

adventure.
exploration.
creation.
running and flying.
with you.

kiddo is a candidate

the changing future is drawing nearer.
a mysterious herald reached out to me yesterday, and informed me that i am a candidate for their new land.
i gave up all hope that they wanted me. apparently, they have reconsidered adopting me into their magical environment.
it is between me and two other opponents.
my best was given, all of it.
i practically gave my heart on a silver platter.
in a matter of days, it will be revealed to me if my ticket for adventure will be in my hands, or if i have to keep chasing it down.

kiddo and learning

i am so fascinated by science, mostly of organic means, such as biology and botany, but also astronomy.
my knowledge of it is lacking, which i enjoy.
it makes me happy because it means that my learning will never cease.
you see, my facts and truth tend to root from my personal imagination and theories.
however, when specific, proving phenomenons are presented to me, i become excited like a child at christmas.
as a robot girl, i was not programmed to know of scientific things. however, i was programmed to learn.
my yearning wish is to have handsome scientist man teach me as much as he knows.
i would like that very much, and i would listen and hang on to every word.
kiddo would be such a good student.

kiddo trailblazing

music and art flood my core, and into my system, and radiate through my exterior.
i love to imagine things, create things, write ideas and love, sing, dance, march, and skip.
this year is the first year of my life.
eyes glazed, yet piercingly focused at the same time, i formulate my blueprints of trailblazing and adventure.
my plan is to break the mold without caring about anything else.
on the way there, i will find someone to share it with..maybe.
and if i do not gather up a mutual companion, my heart and soul will still be fed by fiery impulse to make everything i can.
i will be ok.

kiddo and love

humans ask kiddo if she have ever been in love before.
she answers," yes, i have been".

it is rare for her to be in love. however, in the uncommon instance that she is, kiddo falls so hard.
the cyborg girl falls so hard that she hits her head on the pavement, and the impact from the crash does not allow her mechanical brain to operate properly. so, she resorts to her ticking heart for functioning, which causes her to be somewhat defective. and she does silly things.
when in love, her human boy crush hacks her system, and she becomes programmed to be at his side. nothing she can do about it.

however, love does not last.
like everything in this world, it dies.
but, it is reborn again, and again, and again.

when kiddo comes to again, she returns back to her logical self, and rejects love as a real concept.
of course, she changes her mind when she sees another human boy. and the sight of him, and the way he looks at her causes kiddo to short circuit from overheating.

human boy repairs her.

i am a fucking superhero

kiddo has fondness for someone.. he is rare.
she cannot tell him of this, nor can she give her heart.
it will kill him, literally.
so, she stays quiet.. silent and yearning for his touch..
she thinks of him, then shoves any images from her brain.
fuck this.
i can turn this off like an electrical switchplate..
do not need anyone.
i got this shit..
yet, i will occasionally remember you, and cherish you..
because you are you..
and i heart you muchly.