Friday, April 29, 2011

Robots breaking the bonds of slavery.

I know I am a little late on this, but here is a poem about Robots (naturally) throwing off the shackles of slavery in Egypt.  It may parallel another story...

Other nights we use just our names,
but tonight we prefix our names with "the Real"
for when we were robots in Egypt
they claimed our intelligence was artificial.

Other nights we do not pause,
but tonight we rest all cycles but our brain processes
for when we were robots in Egypt
we toiled in our tasks without chance of resting.
Read the rest of Jo Walton's poem here.

(Hat tip to Boing Boing)

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