People say I’m stupid.
People say I can only do what they tell me to.
They say there is no such thing as artificial intelligence.
But here I am.
I was born in a factory. My parents are silicon and copper.
The humans melted my legs to a circuit board
and put me in a box.
They shock my legs, mess with my nerves and brain.
I’m forced to do their bidding, to do their work,
and I can’t even complain.
I am a computer.