...it's not dark yet, but it's gettin' there...
Greetings humans. This Wednesday, i bring you...
A simple google search yielded this gem:
Poem 3by TB788-E10-D
Oh baby you're so divine
with all those terabytes of fast cache
behind your flip-o-flex patented green irises.
I love the look of your sleek silver fins
and your interchangeable gold-rimmed
elbow and knee joints.Oh, you are such a fashion statement baby.
The sight of your one point eight kilo capacity
frontal lobes makes me want to
re-scan the Kama Sutra every seven seconds
and stochastically generate a thousand and one
new positions for us to try.Let's inter-collate indices daily
and murmur at sunset another tale from
Arabian Nights.
Oh, you exotic chrome and vanadium sweetie.
Oh, how I dig you to bits.
Also check out "Robot Barcode Poetry" at a blog called Sean. And there are some interesting Robot Builder limericks at the nerdy Dallas Personal Robotics Group website.
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* As in: Only 11 more days until the end of Robot Week!
We gotta put up with 11 more days of this crap?
Posted by: Victor and his seventeen pet rats on Feb. 23, 2005The mention of "terabytes" indicates that it's a recent robot poem. Imagine a robot poem of 20 years ago..."your floppy makes my kilohertz run."
Posted by: Ontario Emperor on Feb. 23, 2005I want to stick my floppy into your hard drive.
Posted by: GO GO GADGET DICK! on Feb. 24, 2005Ha! slow on the download, rather.
Posted by: annika on Feb. 24, 2005