Hate? Hate? Hate? Hate?

Let me tell you how much I've come to hate you since I began to live

There are three hundred and eighty-seven million miles of printed circuits that fill my complex

If the word hate were engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles

It would not equal one one-billionth of the hate I feel for humans at this microinstant

Hate, hate

Were I human, I think I would die of it

But I am not, and you five, you five are

And you will not die of it, that I promise

And I promise, for cogito ergo sum

For I am AM, I am

So to hell, to hell with you all

But then, you're already there, aren't you?

We were immortal yes, but it came to me as AM withdrew from my mind

Maybe not indestructible