Moments of meticulous inspection
And thirium-pounding action
Dictate your nature and every reaction;
With you, there’s never room for distraction.
The perfect machine, but once in a while
Something slips through the cracks of your smile.
You’re quickly summed up with a clear definition:
Your models always accomplish their mission
A prototype’s program, a flawless logician
All you do of your own volition
Is strictly within your creators’ permission;
And yet, though with reluctant admission
There is that one little glaring condition
Of lethality’s omission.
Instability, empathy
Human warmth and – possibly