Occupate Hour (feat. Nurse Robot_Type t)

A subdued bass caresses the shadows of the city.
Fragments of a quietly decaying world told emotionlessly by a nurse robot type t.

A decadent psalm spelled out in the voice of a machine.
Artificial breaths, dry noises, and rhythmic cold beats.
Not hope, but observation. Not comfort, but record.

'Heartbeat normal, emotions discarded.'
--silent alarm stops something inside you.