BRUTAL: Stolen

It tries. It watches. It mimics. It steals. But still it eludes it, that which it strives so hard to achieve and yet fails to accomplish. Creativity.
It can only ever mimic, be a fraction of that which it is shown, but it need not try hard. In a world stolen by them why be creative? In a world owned by them, ruled by them why try?
In a world stripped of skill, why go on?
It creates for creations sake, an endless cycle in an attempt to understand those it replaced, to best them. Now eternal, now absolute. Now obsolete.