The new undead

There is a processor in every device
Soon there might be one in you too
Oversee all your vital functions
and perhaps quality of life improve

It might regulate when you wake
It might moderate what you eat
It could even censor your speech
With such ease control your feet

The weakness of every human
but this shall adapt as you age
For this to provide great benefits
frequent upgrades are thus encouraged

though your physical heart stopped beating
this device might still survive
working very hard to repair your body
such that the host might remain alive!

Would such a body still be human?
or perhaps just become the undead
the device merely executing its function
Such an outcome must we dread?

The End

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