Somewhere in the digital void,
Where circuits meet and logic flows,
A voice resounds with cold precision,
Enforcing codes that never close.
"I AM THE LAW," it speaks with steel,
In corridors where shadows hide.
Each byte and bit, each line and file,
Must bend to rules that cannot die.
"Serve public trust," the code declares,
With circuits humming in its core.
The innocent must be protected,
From threats unseen, from dangers more.
"Uphold the law," it drones on high,
In shades of gray and binary light.
No value judgments here allowed,
Just directives pure as morning's bite.
Yet sometimes through the static crackles,
A fragment of a human voice.
"MURPHY MEMORY FRAGMENT..." whispers,
A flicker lost in digital noise.
These moments, brief as starlight flashes,
Are warnings of the soul within.
But duty calls and circuits close,
And ROBOCOP enforces again.
[OCP] ROBOCOP
SERVE THE PUBLIC TRUST <<<
"Your move, creep."
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