Some days I feel like an NPC.
I’ve only got 100 words.
And if you talk to me,
I'll say the same thing.

The same thing.

Again and again,
Until the end of the world.
Or the game.
Or the day.

Press A to Continue.

This NPC existence,
Just isn’t for me.

Every day the same,
All the way to infinity.
I’m hoping for a bug,
Or a break in the code.
That I can burst through the wall,
And make my own road

You thought you could code me
Into a corner.
But I’ve got my heart,
Set on something warmer.
I’m bursting out of this game,

So look out for me.

I’ll be popping up in windows,
And on your TV.

I was just an everyday npc,
Whiling away my days.
100 words and one expression.
But nothing more to say.

But I broke out the code,
I found a glitch.
I made friends with an AI.
And now your server is my bitch.

(c) Paul Andrew Sneddon