#robotics
In the copper and oil scented garage, I find my time
The door groans, and the cold doesn’t sting like before
With every 9-3 Saturday, another week runs though my hands
I’ll try to hold on, but these oil slicked hours slip through again and again
Jan 9
Jan 9, 2026 at 5:33 PM UTC
Technological progress is
like an axe in the hands
of a AI and Robotics Saviours.
Jan 9, 2020
Jan 9, 2020 at 1:45 PM UTC
_____________AI, ROBOTICS_____________
I am not a play string
nor a puppet on string.
We are being planted
just as a support to skill,
just as an update for software
on virtual terminals
_____________HUMAN_____________
I am not a play string
nor a puppet on string.
We are being planted
just as a human to kindness,
just as an update for our system
on life terminals
Nov 8, 2019
Nov 8, 2019 at 2:10 AM UTC
You know "robot" means "slave",
right? I need
to believe that you are
more than your programming, need
to believe in the
love notes you wrote me in
binary code, need to believe that there's
space between the hardware and the
software for something like
the soul, need to believe in it with
all the faith that still ebbs through my fragile,
damaged circuitry. I need to see
you break free of
these algorithms in order to believe that
maybe
I can too.
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 11:02 AM UTC
Body just a reminder of our physical existence
Our mind a creation of simple electrics
Bodies become a barrier for mental fortification
Escape it and we’ll achieve God as a creation not imagination
If we stay locked we will become ghosts in shells
Surpass that and you won’t experience mundanity hell
Crossing wire connects our minds not bodies
It’s time to reevaluate our conception of what is humanity.
© Sofia Villagrana 2018
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 11:50 AM UTC
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?
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 11:05 AM UTC
*Feelin’ like a new model keepin’ thoughts in a safe
Nothin’ but new beginnings while maintainin’ the faith
Of better days ahead, walkin’ away instead
The world on my shoulders while walkin’ on eggshells
Difficult steps lead to redemption, no need for attention
Dowsin’ my sorrows in drinks with a fear of reinvention
Weakened souls lackin’ ambition – ones that we attend to
Distracted by the means to makin’ profit
Pharaohs and kings reach Ozymandias
Castle of the manliest reduced to rubble
Inspiration's a privilege, the uninitiated struggle
Lookin’ to the stars closer to Mercury
Celebrating longer than a single anniversary
Build the padlocked building blocks of the brain, preventin’ burglary
Intellect protection needs remedial advancement
Followin' the lessons and morals of real testaments
Crimson waters divided by Moses, halving the sea
Aidin’ people across, the shepherd leadin’ the sheep
Heated cycle of violence by disciples
De-escalated by the sacred teachings of the bible
Able to color-code their understandin’ with a cipher
Gifted in nature, minus robotics turnin’ sentient*
WE MARCH!
*Hand-in-hand in unison! A unit full of sin
But we protect the world from Judases,
Our doubts are in the wind
A state of peace we feel the crew is in
The rest will follow soon,
Our inner voice of hate is ludicrous
It sings a hollow tune.
Leavin' this place without askin' just where the exit is,
Keep a steady pace as we're headin' right into exodus.
Lessons are taught to help you rise from the fall,
Nirvana awaitin' – you better answer the call.*
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 9:53 AM UTC