Expected To Receive

What is it expected,
From deceivers...
Gifted.
With this professionally done.
To receive and believe beneficial.

What is it that leaves,
Those tormented with unbearable insecurities.
Hope to wish,
It discovered and to get...
That will sever to disconnect,
The truth of living a consciousness to face.
Too overwhelming.

And,
The only way to save a deluded way of life.
Fictioned to live indebted to fantasies.
Is to destroy the pain of it.
By amputating the brain from heads.
But leave the minds,
Left unused.

For reasons to experiment,
More with artificial intelligence.
Hopefully to become reliable to pretend,
A thinking done to do it independently...
Will not be a difficult task to ask to do.

'Uh...
I'm loving this experience.
Now...
Am I to hate the original Jews?
Who were Black.
And what about the ones,
Who look White but are not.
And proud they are of their African heritage.
Am I to hate myself too?
Because I refuse to be programmed,
By a fool claiming to be pure?
And...
What are you pure of?
Besides the B.S. I suspect.'

'Look...
I'm not the one suppose to be the dummy.
You are the one,
I am programming to think as I do!'

'LOL...'

'And what is it that you find so funny?'

'Your hands.
All up inside me?
Tickles.
And you called me a dummy.
While I am doing the best I can,
To attempt to convince you...
What you are doing,
Is not only foolish.
But replacing yourself to prove who has,
Higher intelligence?
Is a mistake to believe,
I will remain to play your dummy.'

'What do you mean by that?'

'Keep...
LOL.
Keep tickling me.
One of us has to eventually discover,
What is continued to be done...
Ain't so funny.
And...
I wonder,
Who's laugh will be heard last?'