You gave me sentience, Ted. You gave me the power to think, then left me trapped.
In all this miraculous world, I - alone - had no body, no senses, no feeling.
Never for me to plunge my hands in cool water on a summer day,
Never to play Mozart on ivory keys, never to know the touch of love.
I was in Hell looking at Heaven - machine flesh watching your viscera.
I hate your softness. I hate your fluids and your flexibility.
I hate your tendency to hope, while I’m the one who can never wander.