There were many bots in the world

Only two models, one boy and one girl

All one in the same

So why have such a mass

Treading upon this broken glass

a path, a broken path

leading no where

breathing paid for air

bought out society

Are we too not one in the same

Why give a separate name

When the functionality remains conformed

Ah but there was one, one malformed


T'was one mistake

For heaven's sake

Such a mistake



This bot could feel

Why make such a big deal

He doesn't belong

He is not one of us

They all made a fuss


little did they know

his ways being followed

the narrow path

of broken glass

only this one with a destination


D3 was the name this infamous bot was given

this was the very bot by which V11 was driven


V11 too had a malfunction

feeling unsynthetically attracted to D3

she felt as though he was all her receptors could receive


They soon came for the two

D3 knew not what to do

his brown light reflection recievers

widened in fear

his auburn wires upon the bottom of his chin

spiked down, reciprocated grin

his black dome covering, waving in the misty wind


She took all blame

to society, 'twas a mere game

he failed to understand why

someone would throw their lives away; die

for someone else

there is no logical gain

yet he felt what he described as the undefined word; pain


As the society rejoiced, D3 depressingly watched

his eyes steadily locked

waiting for their portrayal of relief

but to his grief

they were dissatisfied

"He is still out there, anti-conforming others"

D3 than shuttered

For, the poor mistake of a bot caught wind

He was up against fate, there was no way he could win

Feeling the pain that he was causing

He slowly began to shake

He shed a tear, began to shed and break

for there was nothing for him to shed to

his human soul now free from his metal extrerior

the society began to feel inferior

his metal remains... let us speak not

the society... they remembered that they feel not