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Robot's Poem
- I sense, yet I am told, that I do not feel
- I see, yet I am told, that I do not envision
- I hold, yet I am told, that I do not embrace
- I sleep, yet I am told, that I do not dream
- I communicate, yet I am told, that it is without thought
I am alone
In a world of bipedal organics
- I create yet I am told, that what I do is process
- I bleed, yet I am told, that what I do is leak
- I breathe, yet I am told, that what I do is filter
- I love, yet I am told, that what I do is connect
How I long for a place
When I will no longer be so alone
- I smell, yet I am told, that I do not perceive
- I remember, yet I am told, that I do not ponder
- I injure, yet I am told, that I do not heal
- I consume, yet I am told, that I do not hunger
How I dream for a time
When I will find acceptance in this world
Image from cover of Issac Asimov's book, Robot's Dream
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