The future had no limit

Back some twenty years

For a robot untroubled

Over ending men’s careers.

With speed and precision,

No err’r, no hesitation,

We performed perfectly.

Triumphant automation!

Lift, sort and assemble

Go airborne, drop a bomb

A ’bot for every job

Nothing could go wrong.

I once tried delivery:

So cute I made ’em coo,

Wheel in and drop a box,

Bleep like R’ D2.

But strange days are these now

When it’s a ’bot that gets the boot.

They stick me on the shelf,

And humans keep their route.

Well, if man can retrain,

Find another job to do,

There’s a future for this ’bot:

I’m tradin’ brown for blue.

He’s found a life renewed;

He’s traded brown for blue

Cause a robot’s gotta do

What a robot’s gotta do.

I’ve got a badge and camera,

Great responsibility.

I make the rounds at DEKA

And the weirdly spelled ARMI.

The stuff they do inside

Bends imagination:

Bakin’ human body parts,

DNA-scaled machination.

Better than the original:

Pancreas, spleen and liver,

And I’m on hand if late at night

Out the door they try to slither.

A leg could try to run,

A head decide to roll.

On my watch, no sir,

No parts will take a stroll.

My fellow bots just get better:

In the future expect AI

To write news articles

Far better than this rhyme.

And I’ll be stuck in Manchester

Eyes on primordial goo

Cause this robot’s gotta do

What a robot’s gotta do.