You can hook me up to all your drones.
You can give them all the computer chips
You can send all the frequencies
You can switch my mind
You can throw your switches
Machine android electric blues
You can bless the drone with a high priest of technocracy
But if you follow orders
To go against natural law
You still can not feel like i do.
And the creation of a machine is still dead.
Still it cannot plant seeds like me
It cannot love like me
Androids don’t dream electric sheep
Robots don’t dream