I'm a ticking over engine,
a silent pneumatic drill.
My jaws St.Vitus at twenty times your broadband.
I'm a micro threshing machine,
a sample-gatherer scooting the surface of Mars.
Up to a point, I'm environmentally friendly.
I can plant and excavate mines.
I'm a crampon-kart, CCTV
camouflaged.
Pray
I am never in your control.
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