It is with profane reverence that I sit in front of this square box.
The miracle of the century she is called, and she is.
Turn on a switch and a whole new world is in front of you.
There are no limits to what she is able to do.
Knowing that pressing a switch and giving certain commands,
I have a slave for life, makes me feel very powerful.
For she cannot refuse orders, cannot show discontent either,
and if she tries, I turn the switch off.
Somehow I can relate to her.
I am a robot too, I cannot have feelings anymore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem