He has a hologram heart.
It is shiny and new.
He takes it out and plays with it.
Which is not what he should do.

He prowls the neon streets,
Hunting for his prey.
He captures them and tortures them,
since they cannot get away.

He has titanium hands,
They are agile and strong.
They tear at flesh and fracture bone,
To a dark and terrible song.

He has a positronic brain,
It is wily and keen.
He is smarter then mere mortal men,
And a million times as mean.

He has a digital God,
Empty and dead.
Who never answers beck and call,
To the monsters in his head.

He has a hologram heart…

Smash it, quickly now!