I bumbled about the house last weekend writing sonnets about robots in love. As you do.
My dongles all dingled, my diodes did too
The day I met you, Zapf 10-24.
My head was aswirl with sub-function 9Q
My circuits aswell with programs galore.
All my old neural pathways were activated,
My protocol presettings popped into place;
Yes, even my 192's were 48-d,
And a rainbow of indicators lit up my face.
But did all your routines click the same way for me?
Did you wish I were yours as I wished you were mine?
For I'm Trash Robot KX from Level ZB
And you're DRED AUTOMATON 999.
How I wanted and wished while my circuits were reeling
That I knew what the protocols were you were feeling.
Kinky robot going for a DRED AUTOMATON.
ReplyDeleteMust have been thinking with its dongle.
ReplyDeleteHaha, either i am bolts or you are nuts
ReplyDeleteWith my new laptop I acquired a neat accessory, a TV tuner produced by some obscure electronics brand, with the product name of 'DTV Dongle Gold'. While I thought this was some curious Taiwanese mistransliteration, I believe the Dongle is actually part of some electronic creature's anatomy. I hope I have not raised any hackles or dongles in that presumption.
ReplyDeleteTim, a lovely poem, it reminds me of some of the dilemmas faced by Metal Mickey in his heyday.
Metal Mickey! Never heard of him. Sounds a smart chap though.
ReplyDeleteDexter to the rescue!
Metal Mickey!!
ReplyDeleteBoogie boogie.
Wicked poem, dude. Nice one.