The Robot Scientist's Daughter [Medical Wonder]
was a bit confused. She started down a road
to medical wonder, sat under the machine's lights,
but then tiptoed off on a paper trail,
looking for an island of cranes. She made a thousand
wishes, still she shed a blue glow
and everyone said how sickly. Her nails
made of plastic and paper mache, her heart's
thump-thump three times fast. Her one kidney
curled inside her ribs, her blood trying to escape.
"Father" she screamed but he couldn't save her.
The robot scientist's daughter knew
what she had to do. With her own two hands
she built a new body, one that worked better
this time, silver and shiny and smooth
as mirrored glass. After all she'd been trained,
it was no less than was expected. She crawled inside
and adjusted the fit. This time, there will be no
stopping her. The curves are all impenetrable
and the precision of each drum-kit-beat keeps her in line.
She's a soldier, a savior, a ship to bear prisoners into space.