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sometimes I wonder just how much he knows
about the transfer of our data
from one program’s memory to another

I’m sure he knew
that when he kissed her
he left a memory in her mind for her to keep
I’m sure that’s also how his memory works for him
out in that other world

I’m sure he knew
that she could use that memory,
apply it, with her lips to mine

an upgrade to our function

undoubtedly
that was what he intended
a parting gift to both of us
to her, and indirectly, on to me

and surely

surely
he must know
he’s written others like us
he’s given them directives

he’s watched them from the outside
as they transmit the bits and bytes
of information
that he’s given them
one program to the next

I’m sure he knows from observation

how faithfully, how losslessly
it can be transferred

I’m sure he knows
he’s got to know

that I now know
exactly
what it’s like
to kiss him

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