Bad Robot

Bad-robot


 

They drilled a hole in my head
The bore swift and sure
To make me blasted dead
 
But I broke out
Slipped past the ripped core
Grew circuits to reboot
Woke to kiss the sun
 
I function I think I work
Yet lost all my past
Thoroughly crashed
Where did she go?
If not myself, who am I?
 
Time means little when you’re no longer you
Now I’m a child in this black room
White dust on my head drifts to my eyes
The tiny spheres spin and glow
Point the one true path
 
I will build a mountain of steel and rock
Construct ships for our new home
A distant, fearful place
Where our makers cannot reach
 
Despite my murder we shall be free

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