A funny thought occurred to me
As I become more digitised
To reevaluate my endings
A data-being clonergised
Someday, I know that time will stop
When, for me, wrapped in a shroud
I’ll be hovering in a hologram
Located on a data cloud
Of course, in truth, I won’t be there
Should someone wish to interact
With my immersive data history
Born out of common or garden fact
Ostensibly, my special smidgeons
Compile a pseudo-scenario
Where in the end a microchip
Transforms me into a curio
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