When I get a metallic taste in my mouth I know the program has failed and I need to keep my robotic nature under wraps:

I eat letters in a certain order

I am a bit of a riddle

I solve enigmas

I find problems in the everyday

I am glitchy (not anything else)

I can be a smooth operator

I can find out what you don’t know

I am artificial

I am manufactured

I am a creator and I am created

I don’t know what happy is

I don’t know how to be sad

I don’t know how to be anything but mechanical

I am the unknown

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