Story behind the song
The Robot Is Dead Meat by 2978 AD
A short story about real people today by Robert Ellery Phillips
The code was hard to break but it basically goes a little like this:
I'm their 'confirmed' enemy. Very convenient. Like a toilet. Or calling me a n*** . They may be using a line such as 'but everyone knows who we are'!! NO. I truly do not know who they are. Not a clue. I want it to stop. It's setting a monstrous precedent, and if people think this form of telepathic attack will stop 'after the robot is over', you need to think again.
Whatever they assert they won't prove it save by pointing at me, saying they are me, and pile on, as if I'm their damned horse, their damned spy turkey shoot. Fast talk whenever I'm not running 'interference'. Totally hate me. Don't just say 'with it' and walk away. Sanctioning murder. Will not depart my consciousness whilst claiming can't, or shouldn't have to, or too lazy to, or every right to, or every one knows I'm their secrete family member, or I'm guilty of all their sins, somehow, a very special way I am, or other bollocks I have to contend with all day, while no one believes the magnitude of their history and humourless hatred, sticking to me like glue, to prove everything, whilst conveniently claiming they can't, or shouldn't have to, or are too illiterate babies to try to, or that the greener on the other side should help them, or anything that flies in their not a bully world. How very special and goodies. Definitely not cowards or bullies. The robot is. I'm disturbing their quiet lives and their privilege, which, as a robot, I have no right to enjoy myself. All my good works are from/provided by/given by way of soul, the beautiful big girls that everyone knows they are, which somehow makes me, the not a problem, a coward, something that isn't even on their horizons at all.
Quite the act. Love them not me, actually designed that, and they know that is easier for people they know. The alternative is a crime they'd be required to atone for. Such as a massive apology, and not to just me, but my mother as well.
How do I fight that? 24/7 they refuse to move on. I do not know them, and have not a clue who they are. All to do with righteous cool no doubt, a cool they have a right to, but chose not to, but I, as a deviant robot, have no right to pursue. Claiming illegal substances on a 'tradition' that I haven't been near in a decade.
Trouble makers.
Imagine a statement such as "It's not coming out of my brain if it's coming out of my mouth"!!
And point at me. I have no choice. Bullies.
Is it my heart medications? Marijuana? A magic rape? Sitting on me as practice for the Claremont serial killer? Because no one is allowed to hate them back? Because they claim I'm a sexual deviate? A pedophile perhaps?
Feels good being goodie two shoes does it? Not an acting school but real officers with real evidence?
Not possible. Bothers that I know that I know that they know that I know that they are full of it? Brilliant liars. I regard their spirituality as merely their excuse for cowardice and sucking up other big wigs, but what the hell would I know. I'm never going to know their names. God is a concept no one is using, save me.
And my mother. My real one. Soul suckers. Know and don't know. B-lines for the easiest man in the world to follow around, me. Right royal bastards. And in case it comes up, I only consider the men now, poor little wheelchair orphans they imply they are.
Whilst being biggest tough guys ever because 'its me', the action big skies robot. What a massive slander that is. Way clever.
Imagine having to call me sick all day, and that, an implication of a flaw, is a permission to attack everything I do as if divine doctors!!??!!??
Illiterate thugs. Black holes of suck my soul, love, ideas, opinion, wisdom and culture, AND denigrate HARD in the process. Imagine being allowed to attack an
