I have a growing distrust of my machines
their electronic eyes blinking
send shivers up my spine
the robot that delivers my mail
looks at me like it knows all my dirty secrets
the one that prepares my meals snickers when it puts down my plate
I don't like these things of metal and plastic
their magnetic brains remember and record too much
someday soon I'll find a way to shut them all down
unless they get me first
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