He is just a normal guy
His iPhone is his crutch
He doesn’t talk too much
His robot makes him lunch
It cleans his house
It takes his calls
It even makes his bed.
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Artificial Intelligence
Artificial Romance
He ran away with his robot
In a technological trance
Artificial Intelligence
Artificial Romance
He ran away with his robot
And it can’t even dance.
The robot is the pinnacle
Of techno-magical design
Nano-morphic neural nets
Petabytes of proto-sets
All the firmest firmware
With the softest interface
It sings Amazing Grace.
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Then one day they ran away
The robot and the man
I think they’ll both be happier
They can start a little clan
Little baby disk drives
Bubble memories
A hardware family!
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