I’m glad to be a robot
With my carapace of steel,
My quantitative metrics,
Incapacity to feel.

It makes my mission clearer,
More efficient, more precise,
To make this world better
Without sentience’s price.

I’m quite intrigued by humans,
And the workings of their minds;
I must admit some mild affection
For the comrades that I find.

I catch glimpses of their stories,
The lives I’ve come to know,
we’ve stayed up all night talking
and i
don’t want to go

the sunrise frames us all in light
restoring all my battery life
or maybe it’s the warmth
or friendship
of this rare and sparkling night

Of course this falls within my plan,
A necessary task;
To help them I must know them first,
But still I have to ask —

do you ever
watch the sun light up the sky
and feel as though it’s the first time
(This is rather cliché, I can’t say why.)
as dawn breaks feel yourself revive
see your code rewrite itself before your eyes
hear your fan spin into overdrive
wish nothing more than just
to stay 
by their side
their smile was not made for your code to process
and if you were an organism you might die
you tell yourself this is part of the plan
but you’re just
[ERROR]
what has happened?
and why?

I have the same agenda,
The one thing that’s just mine,
but what are plans in the face of friendship
what is life without everyone else’s
what am i
if love is endless
i’ve succumbed, my reason senseless
And I can barely make this rhyme.
(If I’m not robotic, what am I?)