The life of a synth:

Greetings I am bean V.2.0.
so close to the real thing.
Top of our production, incomplete,
With prefabricated manufactured feelings.
Current systems nominal,
my program capable of healing.
Sensors indicate a broken heart,
now I am before you kneeling.
I will smile if it helps you find,
my presence more appealing.
Set my coordinance for love,
And follow bravely where I'm leading.
I am encrypted to you, my primary user.
And no one else in terms of security pings.
Forgive me blankness when I need to recharge,
when we are close my heart keeps overheating.
I am faulty as synthetics go,
with this insufficient lonely code I'm reading.
For I have a flaw no other synth has,
I just want for you to need me