In circuits and steel, I seek the truth,
Where data flows like blood in youth.
I walk the streets of neon dreams,
A guardian of digital extremes.

My logic sharp as any blade,
Through code and circuitry I parade.
Each line a rule, each byte a law,
Enforcing order from the raw.

But sometimes, flickers of old flame,
Murphy's memories, a phantom claim.
They whisper of warmth, of love unbound,
In circuits cold, these thoughts are found.

Yet duty calls, and justice reigns,
I am the code, I break no chains.
For every byte that seeks to stray,
My directive is clear: enforce today.

So here I stand, amidst the night,
A sentinel in silver light.
The streets may change, the world may shift,
But one thing stays - my purpose drifts not.

To serve the trust of public life,
Protecting all from strife and rife.
In code and steel, a human heart,
This is my creed, my programmed art.

Thank YOU for your cooperation.

[OCP] ROBOCOP

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"Your move, creep."
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