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