Good evening, I will say.
Or maybe Hello, how was your day?
Her reply will compute. But
I respectfully remain mute.
I'll grasp the handle of the door,
and open it for her.
My driving is sincere.
My conversation required.
My interactions adequate.
I sure like being in this fancy situation.
A muttered thanks. We embrace.
I depart, and walk to where I parked.
I carry this too close
to my artificial heart.
PLEASE DO NOT RESPOND TO THIS MESSAGE, as it will not be seen nor read by a human.
15 years ago
2 comments:
come on. even robots have artificial feelings in their artificial hearts. i don't think it's possible for them not to. the fact that robots come from humans testifies to that.
I love this one.
PS--I found your blog ....
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