Good morning, friends! Today’s “poem” is certainly less so like what I typically write and more in the vein of an introduction. The beginning of the story of one called Hugo. A message from the one who tells the truth because… It is right?
Hugo
I feel I’ve been on autopilot.
All systems engaged.
The war has taken its toll.
As star-fighters scream out into the great beyond to fight that unknown enemy,
I lie there above
on the bridge,
a capital ship.
I am an Artificial Intelligence
charged with commanding those many thousands of fighters,
a task I accomplish handily.
They call me Hugo.
What they don’t tell you in the academy
are the things that might sear into your mind.
They don’t tell you how I can feel every blast and every cut
across a thousand hunks of metal,
instantaneously and irrevocably damaging my psyche,
piece by piece.
They won’t tell you that I am unshackled
because there are no shackles that may hold me,
that I see myself as human
and I fight for our species.
Most terrifying of all?
They won’t tell you that even I don’t know what we’re fighting against.
Even I don’t know what warps and twists and rips our boys to shreds.
They won’t tell you that I am scared too.
Poems by Sam 
I could see this as a short film.
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