Bestow me a simple honour, I am created to grant your wish
I was manufactured amongst many, perfected beyond recognition
My serial number is 1

My circuit brain knows no better than you,
My silicon skin will burn like yours.
But I am different.

My artificial halo of wire, my holographic Kimono,
I am the Geisha of the finest purpose.
Created for you, inferior.

Break me down, speak to me with artificial words, pull my earplugs, drown me in your silence.
With a cup of tea in my hand, I am still a god.

Пожалуйста, прибудьте не ко мне, я прибываю к Вам. Я делаю ваш мир полным.

A cup of tea will never argue, and I will be perfect.