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 consciousness

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