To Be in Line"

Touch their skin, feel not they real?
behind the ears no sign of seal
Can walk aside us with agile air
with humanity's mode they but compare

Inside the wires of intelligence progressing
from just a machine in mode accessing
no longer keeping to the program link
but soon 'I am' they are to think

How could a machine begin to see?
of its self 'a thing' to be
What if we began this way?
just atoms evolving to matters grey

Though still the machine was our design
and we were just front of their line
Then our designer behind our know
though still necessary for us to show

Maybe on a never ending line
of designers at their prime
a mind boggling 'evolution'
and at the start the 'true' solution!