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Dec 2014
My robot does not drink water
he'd blow a fuse if you gave him some
I built him from bits and bobs
gave him black boots made by god

My robot is shining bright
he looks so smart, I'll never take him apart
my own creation to enhance me
my computerized friend with me

I want him to be all that I am not
his prime directive, to never disclose my origins
thats why I made him inhuman
for robot's don't need oxygen


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Christos Andreas Kourtis
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Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
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