I lost it
I can't remember
One day it
Just left me
My joy and sadness
All for what
To turn me into
I am a fake
Everyday my body
By the stupid
Which caused more
Pain than it took
I cried for weeks
For no reason at all
Just a lack of emotion
My dried up
Labour all day to make another man's dime.
I find myself on the wrong side o' this paradigm.
Turn on the television, distract me from my career.
There's a newsman speaking, I'm sorry I didn't hear.
There's a politician speaking, I'm sorry, it's not very clear.
There's an army of robots marching, excuse me while I blankly stare.
let me lose my mind to the screen.
jingle your keys before me.
I am bereft of independent thought,
what our ancestors predicted this was not.
For those on top, this is what they want,
an army of robots bereft of thought.
The later called the first,
When the future settled on the moon,
And the sky was a city
The divine incarnated,
And the earthlings become,
Angels and demons
Waving swords and shields
They soaked the dust with blood
And with each sun
Sparked a fire,
On the snowy mountain
The low man laid in a rubble
And the celestial dined on the stars
Watching fireworks on a New Year's
Drunk on wine by their cushions
This they called,
And I a robot,
In this dump on Saturn,
That watched it all,
Before, I was junked
They built me, standard-grade,
But with one crucial chip missing.
While other models are made
Programmed for social networking.
Laughter and jibes, except
This variant groping in the dark.
Much signs to intercept,
Machine simmers, overheats, sparks.
Every version upgrade,
Alas, still just one step behind.
Patience in every trade;
Stranger, if you could be so kind...
Silver skin and copper veins
Rusty joints and beta brains
No one thought, I.E. Me
Would get to FEEL differently
My mouth could say the functions
Every thing from meaning to time
To the way airplanes mimic birds
But never could it find those words
And yet with your presence
Your file hidden and bound
A corruption in my databanks
404 Not Found.
I can name you every color
In the spectrum of the light
I cannot seem to find a name
In the coloring of your eye
I cannot name your existence
It's far different than I
I am but a robot
And you are something I cannot describe
How can you compute
Even more than me
Yet still have the essence
To make you want to BE
What ARE you?
What have you done?
You've made me feel frightened
Of what I've become
I know I am not a robot
But that is how I think
So with this Will I have installed
What will become of Me?
Fear not little one,
Everyone has a purpose.
How quaint you must feel,
Like destiny ripping at your wired circuits,
Looking for meaning.
Looking for purpose.
It's not just you,
We're all wired that way.
Don't lose heart,
Your work, though minimal, has purpose.
Know that there is meaning in everything we do,
For there is a master plan, working itself out.
Even if it seems useless, faint, or unimportant,
Don't lose hope,
Do not faulter,
Don't stop or stutter,
You do more than pass the butter.
I've conjured a clone
More successful, more attractive, more lively than me.
Taking them into my home,
I feed and take care of them, I polish their bolts and bits.
How I wish my bones could shine silver like their aluminum ribs.
I dream of being as productive and managing,
As talented, daring
I sometimes get the urge to peek under my skin to search for foil bones,
But I crave more than the cold sensation of chrome.
Why do I feel this way?
If I'm machine,
Where will I go when you die?
Where will I stay?
My dear friend, I do not have answers, I only have more questions for us to ponder.
However, I believe when I lay down to sleep
Your engine turns off,
And your gears stop turning.
When this happens do you imagine a dream?
Or do you imagine you are living?
Like a delusion.
A late night movie.
Expect to forget
and be forgotten. Information.
How soon after cryogenesis
can one cry or ejaculate?
From a normal man you made me robot
I lost all my fragrance and became a slot
From bosom's knot I became just a rot
After taking wine of love I am like besot
You bruised my heart, you injured soul
For a fish like me, you became just troll
Beauty with her charm can easily control
You can only harm then who can console
But please do appreciate robots use mind
They are heartless hence emotionally blind
Just to grind many stupids you can just find
Henceforth my love we are no more aligned
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Well this machine just wasn't built right.
the receptor only processes certain sounds that it's familiar with
or images that seem to
not really exist,
motors seem to be weak
only get enough juice to function
above low power
when the system is running on the backup generator.
even then it only can move for about
it needs to be shut down for eight hours
and take a fifteen minute break
every two hours
so it's really only useful 14 hours a day
and if you ever forget to shut it off
or try to leave it on more then that
you'll need to send it back
to the shop
for thirty days
we recommend washing it every morning
and putting these capsules in the top
when you boot it up
it may make mistakes less often
or it could self destruct
chances are if you remember to shut it off
it will not destroy itself
there are better models but they are for display
to make you see how much more you
need to tend to this model
we really need you to know
how much care this machine takes
it doesn't do everything it's capable of but it can do
pretty much everything.