AI

Description

AI Robot, that is metal might, beside him sleep won’t come at night. You cannot hold his hands at all, his heart is cold beyond recall. He’ll calculate and counsel free, but whisper no sweet words to thee. Now you have a copy of intellect, what will you do with your own respect? Your questions, dreams and hopes you’ll lay into the artificial maître. Yet never will you be his lady of the heart. Included is also a poem written in English, a certificate of the work and a hanging system.