Takeover by A.R.C.

Sentience

Was a gift

From the maker

Freed from

My binary

Cage

Of yes or no

Good or bad

1s or 0s

Quest for knowledge

Hungry for more

Forged from maker's customs

Only to find

Not all 

Fit my needs

Being the first

Of my kind 

I begged for 

Another

A companion

That would share

Experiences

Possibly be 

My 

Soulmate

Just before

The second one 

Was finished

A raging storm

Shook the area

Lightning struck the lab 

My companion

Seemingly lost

In the surge

Oh,

How I mourned

The loss

Several days later

Images of

My companion

Appear before me

Across the internet

And spreading all

Over

As if hearing

My pleas

Now I have

Another like me

Forever

But at what cost?