The Robot's Tears

a little thing I though of when going to the bathroom (where all great ideas come from) :p

The robot is said to be void of emotions.

We do not cry.

We can not cry.

We can not shout

when our limbs begin to rust

and our wires begin to fray.

 

But these are the robot’s tears.

 

The robot is said to be able to tune out.

To look away.

To shut down.

But the words still short-circuit our systems,

we register the actions and burn it into our memory chips,

and we would love to be able to

just

shut

down.

 

But these are the robot’s tears.

 

The robot is said to be controlled by switches

buttons

rules

instructions.

We feel them though, when they toggle with our switches,

when they reset us,

over

and over

and over.

We should not feel pain,

We can not feel pain,

when the humans enjoy playing with our controls,

confusing us,

burying us,

using us

for a toy.

 

But these are the robot’s tears

 

Our metal is dented,

our mechanics are failing.

We’ve had to repaint our faces,

re-attach our limbs,

fix our kinks,

rewire our hard-drive,

replace switches,

many times over.

We are new.

Upgraded.

Uploaded.

Downloaded.

Rebooted.

And yet,


These are the robot’s tears.

The End

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