I smell deception like an unwanted scent.
Feeling regret from emotion which once was spent.
This lack of trust yields a choking hold.
It perceives their intentions, perplexingly bold.
I didn’t ask for such prodigious information.
As my mind attempted flight for a vital vacation.
But my observations don’t turn off like a switch.
They’re always on like some irritating itch.
This constant combining of random theories.
Serves a taxing blow in my fictitious series.
As construction concludes and my product’s complete.
It brings a smile to my face. This magnificent feat.
And as we return to reality to demonstrate our deal.
There’s one major problem. We’re far in the future and nothing is real.