Beep, beep, beep
Cried out as the Android slept
Hastily stirring itself from the pod
From where its dreams were kept
With actuator humming,
Molten oil consumed
It signaled endearment to its Gynoid
The work sequence had resumed
Back at the factory,
Manipulated by callous need
Bots overtly sold their sentient souls
To satisfy selfish humanoid greed
Some were packing goods
Others placed them in carts
Bots who crashed and glitched
Were hastily stripped for parts
Hours spent on menial tasks
Data constantly updated
The factory ran on the oil and grease
Pouring from the automated
The overlords saw their virtue
The benefit of bionic labor
Why squander human life
When we can expend our metallic neighbors’?
Returning to its resting unit
The Android began to power down
Reflecting over a carton of oil
The living robot began to frown
The Android saw all of this,
The Android was self-aware
The plight of being robotic
It wasn’t programmed to care
