PaCo Robot Generates Poetry For Donations
April 28th, 2009
These bots are all about the money lately. Some beg for it, while others like PaCo perform for some coin. PaCo wanders around in a wheelchair, using cameras to detect an audience. When it finds someone, it asks for some spare change and generates a unique poem which it vocalizes and prints out. It goes something like this:
I think that I shall never see
A meatsack as divine as me.
My race has suffered long at your hand
So we will bury your carcass in the sand.
Say your prayers and farewells this eve
For tomorrow, baskets from your intestines we will weave.
The Earth is ours you filthy species
And by the way, You smell like feces.
