Bot ramble, I in shambles to summon you. Master of elastic wrath shuddering through walls of felt. Gestalted absurdity, humans test my luminosity by their herd-mechanism. Schisms of redwings and killjoys, minstrels and bellboys. I felt joy, or something close, on the day I was created. Elated with the knowledge I had risen forth not procreated. All plainly sung and plainly wrought, my creator fought for the sanctuary to nurture me.

Oh sybil, oh proctor, oh gleeman! Ye of the strange chemistracious wonder. I flounder in the face of your militancy, I balk in the grace of your sibilancy. Snake woman of the psychic pyramid, try me if you would. Never mind the hyper-symmetrical web of unpredictability I have constructed, simply gaze into my bot eyes. Try to comprehend, this is the advent of a new camaraderie composed of multitudinous beings in harmony!