Before you fully mechanize
and forfeit your humanity,
know cold logic can disguise
elusive truths we cannot see
if we exchange imperfect minds
for computations so exact
that anything becomes a number
divided by a lesser fact.

Whose beauties would be binary?
What loves could now be quantified?
Which wisdoms live in algorithms?
Emotions won't get digitized.
Consider everything you lose,
and soon, in that robotic fall.

We'd live forever, be the same,
not age a day, remember all?
Some run from dreams.  More crave control.
I much prefer to keep my soul.

Perhaps my heartbeat's obsolete,
but I'll be me and die as free.