-- a sonnet
The first robots were made of solids,
Assembled from silicon and brass.
Later came robots made of liquid
And, finally, from ionized gas.
The plasma robots were beautiful --
The charge that powered them made them glow.
Their layers, like the wings of angels,
Were countless as they waved to and fro.
Who could have imagined such wonders
From the first feeble clanking of gears?
Not even the chembots could augur
What touched our sense of awe, not our fears.
The aurabots were kindled, not cast ...
We'll use them for better things, at last.