Mathematics of Tears
By
Elendil Star-Lover
Do I hear?
Or do I measure waves of sound against rubber and metal?
Do I see?
Or do I measure wavelengths of light in windows?
Do I feel?
Or do I measure the press of her skin against my plastic exoskeleton?
What are the mathematics of tears? one android asked.
Can androids cry? Do machines weep?
Is my blood red with life, heated by a warm heart?
Or is it cold hydraulic fluid, chilled by cool breezes that Jiro, the
Android Kikaider, cannot feel?
What are the mathematics of tears? one android asked.
She wanted to know if robots could cry.
Who is this Pinocchio that lives his life in wood, to be granted flesh and
blood of his own?
Is it possible that if I am good, the Good Fairy will grant me life as
well?
Am I alive?
Do I smell the air?
Or do I measure airborne content in the breezes?
Do I taste the food?
Can I even eat at all?
Can I think on my own?
Or am I a mad machine?
What are the mathematics of tears? one android asked.
What are the mathematics of tears? I wonder myself.
Do machines weep?
Or are we doomed to bear it inside, alone?
What are the mathematics of tears?
Can Android Kikaider weep?
Can Jiro?