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A robot's regrets
Contributed by
SaraDear
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Tuesday, 26th February 2008 @ 12:37:07 PM in AEST
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drugabuse
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My oiled limbs carve the apple and pack my bag
My mechanical mouth informs my mother i am going on a hike
I walk the hill, I smoke alone.
My metal blood pumps through my thin pipes and I walk home.
I walk into my room, lay down on my bed, and think about how I'm wasting everything.
My brain recognizes the error, but discards the warning.
One year now, and the schedule continues.
I walk the hill, I smoke alone.
Even computers make mistakes.
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SaraDear
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2008-02-26 12:37:07]
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Re: A robot's regrets
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by ZooYork_Chick on
Tuesday, 1st April 2008 @ 06:59:31 AM AEST
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i really like this
care to explain it a little bit more?
natasha |
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Re: A robot's regrets
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by jesusofholland on
Sunday, 27th April 2008 @ 12:05:33 PM AEST
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| It's easy to accept the things we do as negative things in our life, however, it's not so easy to change them. I understand what you are going through....more than one year later. Very good metaphor and message. |
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