a human touch

and thus, with a wisp of a hand skin replaced by metal the pure and rich smell of every single person now smelling of oil the soft breast of a women replaced by a synthetic fabric and her hair oh her hair might one day be replaced as it is not necessary anymore will the pleasant feeling of physical touch be forgotten? of technology itself I am not afraid but humans? the strive for greatness might one day interfere with our human being what will become of mankind? human I hope