Monday, September 24, 2018
I just know that she’s impossible!
I get teased about my robot girlfriend.
“Emily Bronte.”
Writer when it meant something.
The Programmer seems bent (Stop
right there!) on reviving such an
era, for I must submit my criticisms
of her in narrative form.
Most focus on her coldness.
His criticism of me, and hers, is that
I fail at warming her up.
Maybe I do, but I’ve tried everything!
Up(?) to the level of silly, impromptu
gifts. So juvenile and embarrassing!
Can one apply “frigid” to a robot?
At any rate, she has driven me
irredeemably nuts, and I probably
should consider other builds.
Another Emily looks promising, Dickinson.
But, my Emily has gotten wind of it,
and turns frantic!
She claims she’ll do anything to
keep me.
Anything!
Enter the sexy and romantic Emily.
Wow!
Next month pure ice again. Uh huh?
My narrative to the Programmer leaves
nothing out of this craziness!
Sordid pages and pages!
Then he comes up with the
BIG REVEAL!
She’s really a human female woman, and I’M the robot.
Build Number M-51186921, Raymond Chandler.
I’m offered robot molls from his novels.
Such sexy ones!
But I simply cannot leave my Emily!
Labels: character complexity, Literature, love, men, quirks, robots, Romance, women
