Revised sonnet #223
Youd nab now niche of future universe
Uncanny valley strikes me nigh the norm
I speculate on qualm and count on curse
Yes were machines inside machines in form
At work in cells machines must zip and swarm
Those nanofactories of finite scope
The fatty brain is kept unbruised and warm
Through needle passes single strand of rope
The pain of broken bones I bring to dope
They roll me ruined inside your bot embrace
I sign away the past on point of grope
In virtual vibes I kiss your passive face
Theres lots of losers like me cant they see
To preach uncanny valleys special plea
Chorus see identify discern
