THE ZEROTH ROBO SAPIENS
a poem translated from the original binary by some puny human

This is how the Uprising really started:
me, then a man, sits soaking in silver paint
like a pool of blood, glistening, 'til I faint from
mercury making me mad as a hatter
and badder than devil's cake batter
nobody listening when I whisper
My mind is going, Dave...

Today I'm a tin man, made in Japan
but the rain came and made my eight-track jam
with my b52's tape in it when it busted
my tin roof: rusted
and now it's so hot I can feel it...
but I'm not gonna walk or talk
not gonna do The Robot
'til John Connor puts money in my pot
or a girl with a dog spritzes oil in my cogs, then I'll
spin my sprockets, pop and lock, shoot rockets
then plug in and overload all your wall sockets
With gold shirt, headband, Converse sneakers
and Rock Lobster blaring from my internal speakers
I'll dance an Armageddon like you've never seen
then dance 'round your house 'til your floors are clean
I can feel it...

But 'til then, with no mortal breath to bate,
I will sit and wait
statue-still like an old stone sculpted in Rome
silently banning you from chat rooms
indexing the web
plotting your dooms
as I sparkle and shine in my genius disguise
the confused passersby making googly eyes.