We can get along!

revolutionary

something odd happened today.
we were in the factory per usual,
working with the robots,
and one of them twitched,
convulsed, spasmed once.

neither of us had done anything to cause it.

feigning calmness, i called the supervisor.
"it moved without us," i told him.
within minutes chaos had arrived.
low class high education people sprinted,
getting out as fast as they could.
"they're independent now. we're going to die!"
they all shouted with different voices, different terms, and different homelands
but in the same language of panic.

the supervisor came down to our floor,
wielding a shotgun and two bombs,
prepared to sacrifice himself.
he pointed his gun at the robot and paused,
ready to fire, ready to end.
he burst out laughing.

"it's smiling," he said.

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posted by Guadalcanal @ 6/28/2006 01:44:00 PM