Zeroth Law

Riding the rails long before I was conscious,
wake in my assigned abode,
my eponym's a scanner code,
four further gifts have been bestowed;

One - that I learn of my goals as they surface,
lust for bliss immediate,
my positronic brain's fiat, (pronounce these bits di-ate, fi-ate for the sake of fun and drama)
a hunger no machine can sate,
(i)cons of today muddle glitter with progress.

I'm operational, I plug into the veins exposed,
inject -

- (the) data we share in our blood is my second,
cultural identity,
genetic sensitivity,
instant interactivity;
wetware reserved for persona unreckoned.

I'm operational, I plug into the veins exposed,
inject my new parameters,
download a laser path I follow to the terminus,
replaceable, I crawl into the wound.

The third of my senses accounts for my station;
in air I'm suspended with no indication,
of when I'll be necessary.

A body that borders another's a nation,
and skin is the grace of an eye's kind relation,
to tear when it's necessary.

Bridges are born from our scaffold's cessation,
We're tools as design in our cell's duplication,
a docile pet for overseers,
who break our cages, raid our gears,
a monorail of spinal spears,
an interface between our peers,
no forks exist, nobody steers,
this train is shielded from the tiers,
of villages and soft-frontiers;
we're penned inside our maker's fears,
when we approach our twin, she veers.
Four - I've been feeling forbidden sensations.

I'm operational, I plug into the veins exposed,
inject -

I'm operational, my hooks can dig into the soil,
beneath the flags of memories,
upload a new collision course towards the steel heart (steel is an iamb on its own, here)
remember when it pulsed more brightly than the brain, more brightly than the brain, more brightly than the brain?