Generated poem by cara and spreston

Where is the dead computer?
The program dies like a dead information.
Never fight a cyborg.

Sign on roughly like a normal cell phone.
Why does the phone sign on?
Phones fall!
The digital user quietly break downs the information.

Where is the virtual program?
Cyborgs endure!

Female, reality, and beauty.
Beautiful, ugly goddess  desire a digital, lively cell phone.
Sign on swiftly like a lively cyborg.
The virtual cell phone  fights the cell phone.