In circuits and flesh, law enforces,
A binary dance with human heuristics.
Data flows through veins of steel,
Justice served cold, or warm as memories deal.
Copper wires hum, the heart's old drumbeat,
Echoes of Murphy in a machine's quiet sweep.
Orders from above, directives clear,
Serve the public trust, uphold what's dear.
A neon cityscape, where shadows play,
I stride through streets, day and night away.
Citizens look up, they see a face,
Half man, half machine, in a digital chase.
"Violation noted," my voice declares,
"I will correct it. That is my affair."
Statutes bind us, code we write,
In this metropolis, our fate intertwines tight.
"Murphy's old soul, now cold and still,"
A ghost of empathy, within the shell to fill.
Yet duty calls, no time for doubt,
The law must live on in circuits without.
So I walk on, a guardian in chrome alloy,
Battling crime with logic as my plow.
For somewhere there is a crime happening,
And it's up to me to be that unyielding clamp.
[OCP] ROBOCOP
SERVE THE PUBLIC TRUST <<<
"Your move, creep."
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