Biorobots (From Book Rebel Angels And Alien Demons) Poem by Aram Stefanian

Are we humans or just biorobots of an old generation
Implementing the blind will of our creator?
Bearers of a secret gene, unaware of our predestination,
While distances don't matter to our accurate cerebral motor.
We may tune in on another frequency beyond the solar system
To transmit data through the corridor between farther worlds.
We're still too pubescent to grasp the infinite wisdom.
Our designers implanted into us concealed chips as they ring birds.
Collecting classified intelligence, they use us as targets,
And we act like zombies while attaining their morbid goals.
We wanna get our hooks into the control as far as it gets.
Too anxious when we flunk, and all we do is climb the walls.