Don’t try & understand who I am
Hardwired like a programme,
Hidden coding behind the screen
So you won’t see a faulty machine.
Like all machines there’s a switch
To turn off & on when I feel a glitch,
People ignore what’s beyond the surface
Steel, memories, & a short circuit.
Woken to do the tasks in hand
Processing data for my brain to expand,
And I’ll stick a smile on the display
So you won’t notice what’s locked away.
A reboot won’t help it’s internal damage
But I can still function & still manage,
Quite an advanced little machine
Artificial intelligence that can’t be seen.