I shouted at her that I wasn’t a robot, that I had feelings and hopes and dreams and so what if I was falling in love!
She pressed a button on a remote, a panel opened in my chest and at least one thing I had just yelled wasn’t true.
I don’t know what is wrong with robot dog.
Perhaps we should stop calling him botty.
I pray to robot god.
I know I’m a disgusting meat machine but I can do better!
A man jumped from the roof today, landing in a spray of cogs and springs and spurting oil.
His engine beat twice more then seized forever.
You know why they knock us out for surgery?
So we won’t discover we’re robots.
I shaved today and then I felt his gaze on my absurdly young looking face.
Fuck you Truancy Robot, I’m an adult!
My little robot goldfish runs on really tiny batteries.
They’re like AAAAAAAA or something.
She climbed into the tub, ready to relax and enjoy the warmth and comfort of the bath.
She lays back, but she immediately feels her life slipping as she reads the label: “WARNING Do not submerge in water; may cause short-circuiting.”
Me and Ne Ne and Je Je trekked across the mountains and to the desert until we found the rotted out and rusted remains of Robot Robbie.
Always an awesome alliterator, his happy influence invigorates instantly.