Oh, here in the shop the machines roar so wildly, That oft, unaware that I am, or have been, I sink and am lost in the terrible tumult; And void is my soul... I am but a machine. I work and I work and I work, never ceasing; Create and create things from morning till e'en; For what?-and for whom-Oh, I know not! Oh, ask not! Who ever has heard of a conscious machine?
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Oh, here in the shop the machines roar so wildly, That oft, unaware that I am, or have been, I sink and am lost in the terrible tumult; And void is my soul... I am but a machine. I work and I work and I work, never ceasing; Create and create things from morning till e'en; For what?-and for whom-Oh, I know not! Oh, ask not! Who ever has heard of a conscious machine?
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