Book of Bot

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Book of Bot

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He's a wretch and Like all the rest he thinks There's time to make trouble And time to make a mess He says "Punch in, automate Stomp on, stamp out" Mechanized and traumatized He's tapping things obsessively Finds his boss's office And tears it apart Torches the evidence Quits his job Voltage highways Currents moving constantly BLissed out and circuit bent He's summoned by his majesty Anxious electric Taps into the registry; A challenge to the monolith The obelisk is posturing Sleeping monsters rise (Manichaean disguise) Ransacks Junktown Glass-eyed ogre Builds himself and armory; Lives like a hammer (A vulgar diplomacy) A new kind of prophet Tyranny Trauma A new aristocracy Finds every flaw in the eyes of his enemies Wages war and flies his flag Prelude to the coming of A new machine metropolis

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