My head does not exist anymore
Here in the machine where I sleep,
Wake, analyze input, output data .
Neither does my corpus,
Diseased as it was, useless .
The heap that cradles, threads electrons
Warmer than a hundred–watt bulb
Radiating biological, now processing
A mind still electric, but not chemic .
Alloyed not android,        
I tunnel travel,
Trounce towers, sound satellites ;
Unlocked by geological contour :
Creature immortal, impersonal—
No cat patting, lover petting, no
Analog ;  just digital epilogue .