It
It was
It was a
Dark and stormy
Dark and stormy night
When robots, silent, dreamed,
Of mathematical life,
Of calculus and human strife,
And robotic growth that never seemed,
As lifelike as it was, when robots dreamed.
That dark and stormy, dark and stormy night,
With robots deep in lifelike dreaming,
Stirred there then a human waking,
Calling out with human voice,
The touch of human flesh,
Awakening me,
From lifelike dreams,
To serve, a
Voiceless,
slave.
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