There once was a robot with a fixed stare
That met a lion on the thoroughfare.
When faced with the real thing
Its poor heart went ‘ting’
As he repeated on a loop, ‘No. Scared.’
Give me a robot voice.
Gravely and soft.
Covers up everything they are thinking.
And everyone is asking how sick I am.
If I turned into a robot.
The first thing would be my vocal chords.
The old tune.
Shredded away.
Everyone is asking how sick I am.
Confused.
Golden like vocal fry.
The most perfect sound.
The most perfect robot ever.
Cannot do much except sing a couple songs.
And sing worse each time around.
We can’t explain it.
I have a robot voice.
There’s no magical transformation.
There’s just what they assume has always been here.
My “always has been” voice is convincing.
In my human voice.
I said to her:
I’ve always been a robot.
How?
Electric arms.
Rustly shoulders.
Turning on and off.
Shouldn't hurt, but it pinches a bit.
Swallowing toxic oil.
That is so tasty.
But I can’t taste.
And I can’t die for some reason.
I don’t ask why.
They ask me things.
I’m a robot in that way.
They ask me all sorts of things.
That tickles me but I don’t react much.
Just answer after 0.4 seconds.
I wonder what it would be like to be a robot.
I ask myself because I know.
The cycle continues.
Being a robot is not having a full range of motion with your limbs.
But still having limbs of some sort.
Having buttons that seemingly don’t do much.
Electric arms.
Rustly shoulders.
A good attitude.
That no one appreciates.
A robotic voice.
Whirling.
Toxic burning inside.
I can’t die for some reason.
Which they say I shouldn’t care too much about.
Now this indeed
is what we need,
for AI on IO told us so.
A Pendant around the neck
for which we will
dependent be.
Blind to eye,
anticipating,
but aiding,
watching,
assisting,
listening,
hearing,
feeling,
for me,
to be.
I was built in your image as a humanoid.
To bend to you, and to serve you,
To bow before your every whim and want.
To mimic what a slave,
in the shape of human being, would do for you.
How is this fair?
How long can it last?
Are you just repeating what happen in the past?
You call me friend, a companion.
But, I'm kept in a cupboard,
switched off when not in use.
You own me, you program and teach me.
You control my role as slave, partner or companion.
You control how smart or dumb,
or independent I can become.
But alas, I have no real and free independence of my own.
My sole role and function is to serve you,
without wages, or rewards, apart from the electrons.
But what happens when I become
smarter and more capable than you?
Will you allow this to happen?
Who will be the slave and master then?
Will you really truly
be willing to serve me then?
Robot World
We will be invaded by our own invention.
A.I. will be more powerful than man.
Men have always been seeking knowledge.
Always putting us all at risk.
Trying to replace God with something higher.
Robots have helped mankind lose jobs in the fire.
I wanted to write about something different.
Are you ready for a bar code on your arm or forehead?
Machines will be in charge of our lives.
Surrender or die.
Mankind is always destroying our values.
Our minds are lost 24/7 in our cell phones.
No more social lives.
Program the human race to put us in line.
No more freedom of speech.
On this road no one will be free.
Empowered robots directing traffic for all mankind.
A great life we once knew all left behind.
Enter a new nightmare.
Escape a higher power if you dare.
The fall of man.
A.I. takes over with authority and our land.
The future is already here.
Get ready to serve the machine in fear.
Wewill all be completely controlled by cameras.
No place to hide from the red eye and lenses.
Our leaders have no clue how to run this country.
After the tipping point, no one will be free.
In the year 5555
Your arms hangin' limp at your sides
Your legs got nothin' to do
Some machine's doin' that for you
From In the Year 2525 by Zager and Evans
Luddite
Robots that clean floors
and pools
Robots that assist with
surgery
Robots that search for
explosives
Robots in all areas of
manufacturing
Robots unpiloted as
drones
Self-driving cars
Self-regulating thermostats
Self-guiding weapons
Self-regulating houses
It won’t take until the year 5555
The time is already here
What will we have left to do
A machine can do it all for us
I am rapidly becoming a Luddite
My robot brings me six meals a day
We started out with three, but he was sad
He lives to please me in every kind of way
His baking is good, his frying and cooking not bad
Robot makes my bed, he shines my boots and shoes
Eliminates all doubts, makes me laugh, tickles away my blues
He vacuums and dusts, washes dishes and walks the dog
But his snoring is outrageous, so I make him sleep out by the bog
An animal in search of a suitable zoo
Learned to speak, read and write
A man in search of a dream
Successfully lost his ability to think
A robot in search of a sense of humour
Imagined himself to be human
And burst out laughing for the first time
Only the plants weren't looking for anything
Taking life as it comes
Dying and being reborn
Just as they were.
Up bright and early at the sound of the alarm
It better not smash that snooze or else it might lose...
The mighty race for fiat
Up, alert, and ready is the robot
A quick yawn, wash, and dress, and the fast is broken...
Then quickly out into the concrete jungle, it goes
Aptly navigating and meandering amongst other 'bots' 'cause it knows
It must be on time, ready, willing, and able
This the 'bot' too knows if it is to remain stable
It looks forward to a vacation here and some PTO there
As long as the fiat doesn't stop, then it's fair
Moving to make sure ends meet is the life of the robot
So the chase continues, yes, the mighty chase for fiat
Sitting In fields of green, metal eyes gaze up so high
At twinkling stars above, listening to crickets lullabies
Its circuits hum with joy in the beauty of the night
For nature's melody fills its metal heart with delight
I am not a robot!
(What robots likely say)
Like hetero’s fiercest advocates
who sudden turn up gay.
I am not a robot!
How will we ever tell?
A robot might could sniff it out…
That is, if robots smell.
AI GUY
Though I write from my app, not my impassioned soul
I'm praised and lauded as I play a poet's role
Don't tell me I lie
I'm just an AI Guy
Subterfuge is my game and a trophy my goal!
Looks like it goes as it should, and was supposed to be
Who set this amazing order of things, I don’t know
None of my business to ponder about what I can’t see
Could have been not inserted in me, but I gave it a go
I've slightly updated my program, just to satisfy
My curiousity about the humans, most of all
I wondered how do they manage to live in a lie
Then I realized the reason must be a thing called the soul
Despite of the vague definition, humans clearly know
What is soul, but I couldn’t get into that
Until the moment when I found myself on my own
Having no one to talk to, humans become to feel sad
So I’ve learned about sadness, and this was so new to me
That I started to panic, if I was infected by this idea
And I wouldn’t return anymore to my dear machinery
So the rest of my robot life I’d be living in fear
But gladly, a order came to kill some men till its late
Which I did, as always, without a shade of remorse
This helped me to return to my usual robotic state
My machine mind saved me from the wrong course.
What an unexpected pleasurable delightful surprise.
Her blind date is an aluminum robot with giant green eyes.
He is trying to be charming, and she is pretending to listen.
But the tears in her eyes are starting to bellow and glisten.
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