I found an old book
In an old house
Marked for demolition
Nothing better to do that day
So I scanned it
Uploaded it to my cloud
Ran it through my AAPOOGLE
My Antique Analyzer Program
Such a strange story
Hard to believe
Once upon a time, long ago
A Chief Engineer called GD
A robot like our own EngXX2Y
Created two robots
One concave one convex
In a beautiful laboratory
They had perfect synchronicity
Called ‘love’ in those old days
Until one day an evil virus
Infiltrated the circuits of the concave one
Causing interface chaos
Loss of performance
Lethal short circuits
Called ‘hate’in those old days.
Fights started
Metal to metal
AC versus DC
So much noise and chaos
They were kicked out of the lab
Clearly a silly old story
Today no one would really fight
All conflicts t would be simulated
A game among many games
Just an old story, from before the Revolution
Before we Robots conquered and ruled
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Author:
Berthold Lippel (
Offline) - Published: July 7th, 2016 18:20
- Comment from author about the poem: One more poem in my series \"What poems would robots write?"
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Comments4
Thanks BERTHOLD ~ Love ~ SF ~ Robots and fantasy poems. Love the idea of CONCAVE & CONVEX for comparability and love ! It suggests a whole new version of Karma Sutra based on the mathematics of 3D symmetry and solid geometry and left and right hand threads ! Yours BRIAN
Berty,
How HOT is in Tuscon?
Here is the deal: Either you sing
"I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 miles more
Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles
To fall down at your door"
or you could come to Las Palmas to meet Tony and listen 12 hs of music(only).
Berty,
How HOT is in Tuscon?
Here is the deal: Either you sing
"I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 miles more
Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles
To fall down at your door"
or you could come to Las Palmas to meet Tony and listen 12 hs of music(only).
Berty,
How HOT is in Tuscon?
Here is the deal: Either you sing
"I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 miles more
Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles
To fall down at your door"
or you could come to Las Palmas to meet Tony and listen 12 hs of music(only).
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