Sitting at your desk, waiting for you to notice
Hands up, holding my head
Working away at sundown
Looking down at your hands, finessing the screws of someone's head
"What does that do," you turn to me and smile
"This is Prototype 257"
Silence, nothing to share
Each moment spent staring, the more my throat begins to swell
Studying the features of their new subject, I can't help but to compare
They have a better battery
They have a better foundation
They have better materials
"Hey, why not put that battery in me"
Clang, ching, beep-beep
"Com'on a few tweaks here and there and I'll be brand new!
It'll be like I'm 257 but I get to keep my name," holding their arm
Hoping that they can feel my desperation
They sigh, wiping off sweat from their forehead
"It's not the same," they look at me in awe, "if you want to help me, could you organize my tools?"
Chagrined, my heart sinks, who am I to you?
Though I won't let it dwell
I give them my best peppy smile
"Sure I'll work on it for awhile!"
CITEȘTI
Failed Prototype #256
PoezieA collection of poems about a humanoid robot who has profound emotions but can't express it. *I do not own story cover, credit goes to the artist Hajime Sorayama*
