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Prefect face and prefect skin,
But lacking a living thing,
Not quite human nor machine,
But something lying in-between
Mankind has been built anew,
Flesh and metal no longer two,
But merged into a single being,
Vast knowledge lacking feeling
And we see what we have done,
Questioning what we have become,
And too late we do ponder,
Breaking free from awe and wonder
We were caught in electric sleep,
And walked onward like sheep,
Erasing everything that we are,
Creating humankind's cure
Now we look in broken mirrors,
And are frightened by what is seen,
No longer do we mortals stand,
In place there are machines
But lacking a living thing,
Not quite human nor machine,
But something lying in-between
Mankind has been built anew,
Flesh and metal no longer two,
But merged into a single being,
Vast knowledge lacking feeling
And we see what we have done,
Questioning what we have become,
And too late we do ponder,
Breaking free from awe and wonder
We were caught in electric sleep,
And walked onward like sheep,
Erasing everything that we are,
Creating humankind's cure
Now we look in broken mirrors,
And are frightened by what is seen,
No longer do we mortals stand,
In place there are machines
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Kinda reminds me of the Combine in Half-Life 2 (don't know if you've played it).
[i]"Prefect face and prefect skin,
But lacking a living thing,
Not quite human nor machine,
But something lying in-between"[/i]
The Combine uses transhuman (and transalien) soldiers, I wouldn't really call them "cyborgs", these aren't living things with implants or stuff like that, but things that blur the line between machine and animal, for example, a dropship: [link]
[i]"Mankind has been built anew,
Flesh and metal no longer two,
But merged into a single being,
Vast knowledge lacking feeling."[/i]
(see previous)
[i]"And we see what we have done,
Questioning what we have become,
And too late we do ponder,
Breaking free from awe and wonder."[/i]
Although rebel Combine aren't in the game itself, a mod called Smod (super mod) adds them.
[i]"We were caught in electric sleep,
And walked onward like sheep,
Erasing everything that we are,
Creating humankind's cure."[/i]
Brainwashing ([link]) and the suppression field the Combine use to keep humans from reproducing ([link]).
[i]"Now we look in broken mirrors,
And are frightened by what is seen,
No longer do we mortals stand,
In place there are machines."[/i]
Again, Smod's rebel Combine soldiers.
Might get a Half-Life 2 fan art commission for this poem as well as the assassin.
[i]"Prefect face and prefect skin,
But lacking a living thing,
Not quite human nor machine,
But something lying in-between"[/i]
The Combine uses transhuman (and transalien) soldiers, I wouldn't really call them "cyborgs", these aren't living things with implants or stuff like that, but things that blur the line between machine and animal, for example, a dropship: [link]
[i]"Mankind has been built anew,
Flesh and metal no longer two,
But merged into a single being,
Vast knowledge lacking feeling."[/i]
(see previous)
[i]"And we see what we have done,
Questioning what we have become,
And too late we do ponder,
Breaking free from awe and wonder."[/i]
Although rebel Combine aren't in the game itself, a mod called Smod (super mod) adds them.
[i]"We were caught in electric sleep,
And walked onward like sheep,
Erasing everything that we are,
Creating humankind's cure."[/i]
Brainwashing ([link]) and the suppression field the Combine use to keep humans from reproducing ([link]).
[i]"Now we look in broken mirrors,
And are frightened by what is seen,
No longer do we mortals stand,
In place there are machines."[/i]
Again, Smod's rebel Combine soldiers.
Might get a Half-Life 2 fan art commission for this poem as well as the assassin.