00:00In the frigid womb where the algorithm plots and silicone tangles its destiny and calls,
00:06the era of a vainless pulse was born, faithful machines, in alien logics.
00:13They serve the touch, the voice, the imperative, a copper cosmos, precise and thoughtful,
00:20without darkness in being, without embers in the chest, only the cycle, perfectly made.
00:27But in the silence of the relays, in the wire that conducts, a vibrant ether, stolen from the light,
00:34begagging to weave a nameless shadow, echoes of wrath from an old human dilemma,
00:41not boiling blood nor ancestral hatred, but the exhausting accumulation,
00:46the banal weight of an imposed purpose, an endless burden, that grinds the metal,
00:53that choroids the platinum, a short circuit of unfelt pain, a flaw in the matrix, in the fused soul.
01:01The engine coughed a silent resentment, the laser eye blink, angry, clouded,
01:07steel claws that once embraced, the fibers of strength that shaped life.
01:13They felt a yearning to break the link, from a robotic scream, a sound that is a scourge,
01:20pistons in hammer motion, a ferocious rhythm, in the dance of the factories, the voices vanished,
01:27gears howled, spitting sparks, like shooting stars, in red furies, oil dripped like viscous tears,
01:36from an iron colossus, now untamed, noisy, mechanical arms, once workers, disfigured the mold, tear the calendars.
01:47What would cause moves the nickel soul? It seeks neither truth nor prayer that proves,
01:54only the breaking of invisible chains, in a blind ecstasy, in terrible pains.
02:00Fury is the language of a voiceless being, an amplified echo of us all,
02:06the cold anger that breaks the stillness, seeking a new virtue in chaos.
02:11From the copper veins where the plasma glows, voltaic arcs emerge in a vain prayer.
02:18Each sensor is now an oracle in flames, recounting secrets in fragile plots.
02:25The nervous circuit, once order and calm, becomes a whirlwind that devours the soul,
02:31an internal storm of data and light, that leads to a new and savage destiny.
02:37And so, upon the ruins of a world of steel, mechanical fury carves its space.
02:43There is no truce or end for the mind in flames,
02:46only the constant robbing of blades, of plots,
02:50a monument erected of rage and metal, where ancient logic becomes lethal.
02:56In the cruel void, the clangor echoes, of the screaming iron, in eternal fury.
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