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Call me Robotic.
I'm always leakin' oil,
Repeating what I've seen in monotone,
Dressing duplicate knowledge with Queen's english.
Truth is, though, I'm all up on red buttons now.
I guess you could chain that to
Problems with the motherboard.
Haha.

Don't go all 'HelpDesk' on me.
I've called that hotline before,
"You tried turning it off and on again?"
Short pause,
Long tone.
Thank you, Frank.

Just a short circuit away from damnation,
They say I have no hope. Tell eachother
That I should be sold for parts. One day,
Maybe,
I'll give my wires to something better.
Do you think I'll look good in newsprint?

Dub me Beta,
Erase and auto-complete me.
That's what you're here for.