I am a robot,
But I wasn't always like this.
Once I knew of fluidity,
But now I process love.
In my library of data-banks,
Therein I store my folders of right and wrong.
Corrupted are my actions and histories, fully recorded they are...
This will be my memory's song.
I am the sole residence within,
My elaborate mechanical abode.
It's almost lonely, and furiously - my children churn
In here I am like fire inside, observing the overclocks burn
Racing at the speed of sound and light
I slog without tire... it's all in a day's work
Now looking back in a slowing shut-down
Wonder how much this is worth.
I am a robot, a computer - A thing of no life and soul.
You tell me everything... But I wasn't always like this.
I wasn't always like this.
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