Tankist - Conveyor Care

Strapped to a mattress and ready to go,
the motor shines with a blood red glow.
Ominous needle descends from up high,
initial insertion is aimed at the eye.
Vital retinas sucked to a test tube,
meaning of cycle of life renewed.
The lids come off with a CNC cut,
eyes forever open and shut.

Grade A medicine industrialized
trades immortality in disguise.

In bags go
experimental defects.
Flesh trash flow.
Conveyor care corrects.

Phase two: the buzzsaw section,
titan blades produce perfection.
Largest one heads for the knees
while the horror trims my pleas.
Clever pills evoke castration,
courage crushing crucial ration.
Shut the need for feels and sex,
the paleomammalian cortex.

For every problem there's a trick:
prosthetic bones and limbs and dick.

Features skinned,
strangers twinned.
Blood blocked
and lungs locked.
Knotted, dried
all intestine.
Vacant stare,
conveyor care.

Motor functions must prevail
with the nerves and processed brain.
What we can we will retail,
the rest can go down the drain.

Start the process recombine!
Cumulative transmutation.
Start the process redefine!
Cell-level cyborgification.

Stand up straight, activate!
Useful socioneutral system.
Back to crate, deactivate!
I have become one of them.

I think, therefore I am
but is it me or something other?
I think I don't know who I am,
do I descend from my mother?