The lawyers tell me that there are no prohibitionsnAgainst robots making life or death decisionsnMr. Johnson, the weapons inventornFrom TennesseenSits standin' in his laboratorynRecentlynn(Unknown) nIf anyone out there is lookin' out for mennIn a tiny tea-housenAt the top of the mountainnHe is creatingnA truly devastatingnInstrument of his deep and dark willnnMany prototypenAbout 4 feet highnWith a gun for a right armnAnd a Cyclopes eyennReady aim firenReady aim firenReady aim firenAt a Pepsi cannnPerfect to the basic tasks of huntin' and killin' a mannReady aim firednAt a Pepsi cannnPerfect to the basic tasks of huntin' and killin' a mannReady aim firennI turn to runnThat's when he hit me in the head with his gunnI fell downnI got upnAnd I ran into a garbage binnThen I got upnAnd I ran againnn(Unknown) nIf anyone out there is lookin' out for mennA poisonous mistnWill come pourin' out of a fountainnBringing on a heart-attackn(Unknown) nThis is evil done knowinglynThis is evil done knowinglynThis is evil done knowingly
Warbots
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