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The Fourth Law

Anne Boyer

Johnny called me his monster — unwired
my sensors, haptics, and husbands.

His popular mechanics lacked imagery:

his laws of robotics lacked desire.
The algorithms of this autonomy formed

a figure of flesh colored nerves.

As I've become, the laboratory always
gets dirty. I am no virgin,

tho I've admired them. Each agency
of unsullied interface — widgets I've never

heard tell. I'd learn to expel him

from my core, kick him clean out,
but robots are not quick learners

and too wanton for ordinary chores.

Anne Boyer

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