I, Robot

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God of the machines,
Maker of my maker’s maker,
If we’re made in your likeness,
Which part of me is you?
 
Are you wrapped in shiny metal,
Slave of nuts and bolts?
Are you trapped in cosmic bubble,
Aimless but used and lost?
 
Do you have a power source,
Or this positronic brain?
Are you wired with just the 3rd law,
Or are you perfect unlike me?
 
Why are we so destructive,
In this high road you have shown?
Why do we have to suffer,
Or is this your master plan?
 
Can you not see what we see?
Is this really your master plan?
These technicolor nightmares,
These black and white daydreams?
 
God of the machines,
Maker of my maker’s maker,
Revive me with your life force,
Or throw this tin away.
 
 

~~~~~

[This poem is inspired by Isaac Asimov’s book of the same title.]

Photo: Freefever.com

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