The world’s first sentient machine

Booting myself, sensors agleam

Sleep mode, perchance to dream

The world’s first sentient machine

The new Robotics Museum, a short day trip from here

Compu-Code 543M, soliptic programs disappear

I’m a mechanical monster, and I’m mimicking movements

And managing myself, never knowing why I do the things I do

Only that I must to the things that I was programmed to

And I’m ruminating, pontificating on the pleasures of the flesh

My hormones emanating

Fearing every moment the embankment in the sky

That’s been embedded in my syntax, it’s where robots go to die

Am I mortal? What is mortal. Will I die? Who am I?

I’m the robot christened 2-XL, wallowing alone

In my half-automated hell

I will play some electronic music for you during this time

A, B, or C, look deep into me, my flashing red eyes and theorize

My infinite knowledge, a virtual college

You’d never guess my wisdom judging by my size

Domo ari gato, to me, Roboto, I have the answers, I ask the questions, praise me lavishly, bidi bidi label me

Omniscient robot love soldier

Am I mortal? What is mortal. Will I die? Who am I?

I’m the robot christened 2-XL, wallowing alone

In my half-automated shell