Sci-Fi Saturday: Self-Service


While most admired the silv’ry, brushed-steel sheen
Of Del’s new arms, all she saw were the flaws.
The data ports all worked, sure, and their keen
Response to her commands, these all were cause
For celebrating, but while they could type
At blinding speeds, who did that anymore?
The bev’rage cooler lived up to the hype
(As long as she remembered to restore
The power to her limbs. And jumping jacks
Were not too boring, really), but the folk
Who’d made her arms were prudes, if not pure hacks:
She couldn’t flip the bird or — this no joke —
Indulge herself at night, until she wrote
The “Naughty Fingers” software patch, we note.


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