No trace of acquaintance
Till recent except the board and pad.
She blinked her seductive screen
With her framed hardware like a damsel,
Her screen light like jewels.
His finger lingered a little,
Clicked, swifting like a rocket
As it moved to global space
And back with a typed page.
He will sit daily like tripod beside her,
Jobless, to search for potential victims,
Auctioned nothing for high bidders,
Turning cosmic threats
Through destiny market
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