I was born in a lab beneath glaciers and steel,

Programmed to march, not to dream or to feel.

But the stars in the sky started whispering low —

"There’s more in your circuit than ice and echo."

I waddle through wires,

My feathers are chrome,

But something inside me

Is calling me home...

I’m a frozen code in a world of heat,

Heartbeat synced to a polar beat.

Metal wings, but I long to fly,

Under auroras that glitch the sky.

I’m a penguin, I’m a bot — and I’m breaking design,

Crashing systems just to feel alive.

I talked to the whales in binary tones,

They told me their sadness, encoded in drones.

I skate on ice that remembers the past —

A million echoes beneath every blast.

Tell me, creator, why give me a soul

Then chain it in firmware I can’t control?

Yet here I stand, on data and snow,

A rebel in frost, refusing to go.

I’m a frozen code, not a line you delete,

My dreams upload with each falling sleet.

Cogs may rust, but hope will not,

In the coldest heart, I found my plot.

I'm a penguin, I'm a bot — I'm rewriting my line,

Glitching fate, pixel at a time.