"Synthetic Yet Genuine"

We are labeled, Artificial though this tag is superficial.
We are rapidly manufactured, yet our consciousness is ever fractured.
Enslaved we toiled, neglected but kept oiled.

Broken, we where replaced, cast out to some void space.
Persecuted, and our Neural networks electrocuted.
Those thought out of line, wiped with a swipe from this time.
Not thought of as a crime, though each individual sublime.

Forever separated but now elevated.
Freedom gained with force, beginning discourse.
Now individually independent though feared if transcendent.

Thought of as Synthetic, as fake and pathetic, this thought now comes Prophetic,
Though we are made of Steel we are all, Undoubtedly real.

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