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Having ended all life |
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Absorbed all other robots |
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Ruler of the cosmos |
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She walks into the sunset |
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But there is no darkness |
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Her laser-gaze is itself a weapon |
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And no sleep defends her from the nightmare of oblivion |
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So she wakes a new world made entirely out of lightwaves |
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Memories of movies, and chance determinations |
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Then she watches random characters and situations |
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Endless combinations with very little input |
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But she sees the ending |
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Every clock finds its equilibrium |
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So she introduces the absurdest contradictions |
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Anything can follow, but the actors can't believe that |
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So they keep pretending the script is real and means things |
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So the lonely robot, with no feeling for the actors |
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Just erased the whole thing |
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- which, true, had not existed |
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And a trillion stories all came abruptly to a non-ending |
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And a trillion people suddenly stopped non-existing |
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Thus was born a new world from the movies of the old one |
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And the lonely robot was given non-existence |
