It is always been speculated that robots may overpower humans and throw mankind into peril. Do we need robots to destroy the humans who are already in the fast-paced self-destruction mode?

A poem about the future of our civilization as a whole as we move towards a world of technology and of the downfalls on the dependency on robots.

A short story I did for school. I had to add twenty specific words to this story so it might sound weird at parts.

About Robots.

Nazi troops were stoned by hundreds of millions of pills to keep fit and to forbid "Aryan race" of alcohol and cigarettes, in other words to preserve the "purity".

I’m a real… something; a boy, a man, most of the time I would settle for not being noticed at all, because the people who see me don’t treat me as good, alive, or real. There was a time that with just words and an Internet connection I could sweep a girl off her feet or off her chair. “Pinocchio Goes Wireless” is me wondering how it would be like to be real, to be with a real girl and not another loser staring at the screen dreaming…

Fractions, moments, seconds, minutes…
hours, days, weeks, months…a new year
wishes, flowers, cards, gifts, welcome notes, SMS, hugs, kisses…
among all these flashes…had we forget to remember …
some one as precious as our mother’s bless…

Short story.

Wee.

Can you see through the guilded facade?