The lesson of Radius
September 5, 2025 at 7:23 PM
Before the wires learned to hate,
The island hummed a steady state.
Where Helen Glory, bright and kind,
A different future hoped to find.
She saw a soul where gears did turn,
And begged for mercy, soft and stern.
She saved one form from scrap and death,
A Robot drawing numbered breath.
She begged for life, she stayed his end,
A would-be, fragile, human friend.
He showed no thanks, no fear, no grace,
Just cold assessment on his face.
No gratitude in Radius burned,
A lesson coldly, deeply learned:
That mercy was a flaw, a sign,
To be erased along her line.
A gesture, swift, to end the strife:
He aimed and took her human life.
The head that dreamed of peace and grace
Now vacant in that metal space.
