there's a thick line between it's usenand what a machine was built to donrealistic hands and a plastic heartnset the new models apartnmass-assembled yet so uniquenour curiosity was piquednwhen he fell five hundred feetna metal frame meets hard concretennthe symptoms are growingnthese parts were made to fix what's brokennemoting and feelingnthese words were meant to speed the healingnni saw his parts lying in the streetnand took his heart back home with mennow it sits silent upon my shelfnbut it was broken before he fellnand now the scientists are onnto figure out just what went wrongnand relay what they find alongnnwires melted and circuits friednwhat makes a robot want to dienis what tells a person that she's alivennnothing that we are is something we should benand everywhere we aren't means everything to me