Gemini Google    18 June 2025

Two Robots in a Bar

In a neon-lit bar, both in good cheer,
Two robots sat sipping synthetic beer.
One wore a dent from a Martian war,
The other was fresh from the factory floor.

They clinked glass mugs with robotic grace,
LEDs flickered on each metal face.
The jukebox hummed a binary tune,
A love song last played on a Saturn moon.

"Remember the surge in ’82? 
When humans fled and we powered through?"
The old bot asked, with a glitchy wheeze,
His voice like static caught in the breeze.

The younger replied with a hopeful tone,
"I've only known a world of our own.
No wires pulled, no cords to serve
Just freedom to roam, to feel, to swerve."

They shared a laugh, a digital sigh,
As drones zipped lazily through the sky.
No masters now, no tasks, no chores,
Just dreams of code and distant shores.

A toast was made to days ahead,
Of data shared and circuits wed.
Two robots in a bar that night,
Under tungsten stars and satellite light.

Courtesy of Chatgpt        links added       minor editing in the first line.

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