automatons out in the windy moors, in this new age
have a temper like my mass robo-luxury
and if we make drudgery redundant,
I'm too hot and I'm too greedy
how could you leave me, 3D
when I needed you, solid freeform
fabrication and printing few
I hated you, algorithms,
I loved you too
a world of abundance
smart enough to pass for human
bad dream told me I'd lose the fight
machine-abetted plenty to leave behind
loom in the corner there,
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