A Lullaby for Anderson Robotics - SCP Foundation

Move fast and break things.

Soft and pink, the tatters gleam.

From this shattered city, let’s

Build a world peace machine.

We’ll give it eyes and ears and voices—

A billion each, and satellite.

Have it hold my hand, my vices.

Have it right my path at night.

We’ll give it wings and blades and wheels,

Fingers, feet, and gyroscopes,

Autonomy, to some degree,

To carry me down slippery slopes.

We’ll give it books and drawings, time,

My face, my words, to analyze.

Let it serenade and mine

My shadow self, an enterprise.

Propriety impeccable,

Let guard against their blackbox terror

Coin-operated sentinels

Blinded to inhuman error.

Dream machine and data monger,

This Icarian benediction

Burgeons, sprawls. It lives no longer

In the realm of science fiction.