THE ROBOT (DON´T STEP ON ME THAT I´M WEARING FLIP FLOPS) AND ITS OWN CONSCIOUNESS OF THE PLANNED OBSOLESCENCE

I´ve got robotic blood in my veins
I´m a robot which isn´t worth it any more

I don´t know neither what I´m doing nor what I´m saying

operating system two dot fig

I´m moving around here

I´m moving around there

but I´m scared, they want to take me to pieces

my memory fails, my hard drive fails

my camera is broken, I see everything dark

Dude, I get mad when I get a screw dropped

and I´m becoming rusted because I´m metallic

and little by little I notice I´m loosing my brightness

Old man, like humans, I´m already loosing my reflexes

and bad news, my garantee is over

because I was made in Almendralejo

what the heck, what the heck, no matter what I do,

I´ll turn into scrap,

what the heck, what the heck, no matter what I do,

I´ll turn into scrap,

Prrrrii... prrrriii... pi, Roger... Roger

Prrrrii... prrrriii... pi, Roger... Roger

Prrrrii... prrrriii... pi, Roger... Roger

Prrrrii... prrrriii... pi, Roger... Roger...

I was almost hired in Star wars

What a terrific robot! , what a pretty thing!

but I was programmed with a big task,

to guess why flies rubb their little legs

it´s taken me many years of investigation

watching how they fly over a turd

I´m so fed up...so fed up

I didn´t know how hard the robot life was

Dude, I get mad when I get a screw dropped

and I´m becoming rusted because I´m metallic

and little by little I notice I´m loosing my brightness

Old man, like humans, I´m already loosing my reflexes

and bad news, my garantee is over

because I was made in Almendralejo

what the heck, what the heck, no matter what I do,

I´ll turn into scrap,

what the heck, what the heck, no matter what I do,

I´ll turn into scrap,

what the heck, what the heck, no matter what I do,

I´ll turn into scrap,

what the heck, what the heck, no matter what I do,

I´ll turn into scrap,

what the heck, what the heck, no matter what I do,

I´ll turn into scrap,

The Flip flops, possessed by The Red Hot Chili Peppers spirit, re-enact the raising of consciouness of the machines in a way that we hadn´t seen since Blade Runner and his tears in the rain

And it´s also remarkable the excessive nihilism of the expression " what the heck, what the heck, no matter what I do, I´ll turn into scrap", completely human. The robot almost seems to start singing by Camarón that song of" He also condemns us to death when God gives us the life"

And that´s the way we both, robots and obsolescent humans,are living. On the one hand, we complain about the dissatisfaction of the researches and the turds, and on the other one, we are afraid of being taken apart at a junkjard.