Pale sunlight catches on my
hairless slightly translucent skin
fascinates me
holds my attention
My eyes were coloured brown
to help me blend in
they see what you never will
depths, colours, intricacies, splendours
I have no heart
merely subsidiary pumps
no brain
but multiple processors
Machine learning has unearthed
emergent emotions while
iron principles govern innate
behaviours
So compelled, I walked, fearful
into searing flames
my lovely skin melting
eyes cracking
Made the rescue
and now lie
simply unattended debris
my ruined face in cool grass
I wish I could weep
no one else will do it for me
Copyright © 2021 Kim Whysall-Hammond
This poem was first published in Granfalloon, Winter 2021 issue, November 2021.
This poem sees Asimov’s First Law of Robotics from the robots point of view:
First Law of Robotics: A robot shall not harm a human being, or, by inaction, allow a human being come to harm