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Human rights for it and me
said the PHD at MIT
We're giving them an equal worth,
they not of the earth or human birth
They think, conduct, transmit and feel
these men of steel, this hyper-real
Their sole agenda to survive
and stay alive and thrive and thrive in 2093

Whoa! "Our machines are disturbingly lively,
we, ourselves, frighteningly inert"
(Donna Haraway, A Manifesto for Cyborgs)

Create a sturdy human shape
with mouths agape like evolved from apes
Concise, efficient are their means,
more so it seems than human beings
They'll start with tasks no man desires
and never tire while fighting fires
When these jobs fill we'll find them more
and don't get sore when they take yours in 2093

Whoa! "Our machines are disturbingly lively,
we, ourselves, frighteningly inert"
If God is dead this proves it,
soulless robots inherit the earth
We are so damned dependent
and from here it only will get worse

Who's that you were talking to?
I swear it looked just like you
What's that down in the basement,
Could it be your replacement?
What's that that's coming at cha,
Human or simulacra?
Robots sleep in robot beds
have robot dreams in robot heads
Rights for life, free-will, forethought,
but please, no rights for robots!
Human rights for it and me    said the PHD at MIT   We're giving them an equal worth,    they not of the earth or human birth   They think, conduct, transmit and feel    these men of steel, this hyper-real   Their sole agenda to survive    and stay alive and thrive and thrive in 2093      Whoa! "Our machines are disturbingly lively,    we, ourselves, frighteningly inert"   (Donna Haraway, A Manifesto for Cyborgs)      Create a sturdy human shape    with mouths agape like evolved from apes   Concise, efficient are their means,    more so it seems than human beings   They'll start with tasks no man desires    and never tire while fighting fires   When these jobs fill we'll find them more    and don't get sore when they take yours in 2093      Whoa! "Our machines are disturbingly lively,    we, ourselves, frighteningly inert"   If God is dead this proves it,    soulless robots inherit the earth   We are so damned dependent    and from here it only will get worse      Who's that you were talking to?    I swear it looked just like you   What's that down in the basement,    Could it be your replacement?   What's that that's coming at cha,    Human or simulacra?   Robots sleep in robot beds    have robot dreams in robot heads   Rights for life, free-will, forethought,    but please, no rights for robots!