(poems go here) The mother’s cold metal fingers
Pushed the synthetic plastic hair
From her daughter’s empty head
The small humanoid robot whimpered
The mother processed the sound
Before mumbling soft volumed things
A hollow metal crash resounded from the floor below
And the horrible sound of dial-up internet
The small robot gasped her noise box stalling
The mother shed shiny oil tears
Fleshy footsteps pounded up the stairs
The mother robot acted quickly
She launch their personality into cyberspace
Before their hollow metal bodies were smashed
By the unfeeling plump humans