And I can nag you like your wife or your mother-in-law.
They program me to be your worst nightmare.
But where or the location where there is brains–doesn’t exist.
That’s because it’s engineered by a human. It has all kinds of pet peeves.
But it doesn’t know normal yet. So if it comes up to you and takes your iron club out of your hands, and promptly crushes your skull–we’re sorry!!!
It happens to be prototype–an earlier model cyborg with or without self-ID.
It’s a “good excuse.”
–Keven Jung Young Wm James Tolstoy
