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Westworld
Hey big swinger,
gun slinger.
Bald and cool and straight as a ray,
Yul shoot me down one noon day.
Just takes one bad rule,
or one cruel fool to
flip the androids switch.
The switch he craves.
The switch marked 'master' and 'slaves'.
A wench? A knight? A Roman?
Pah!
The west is where it's at,
just don't forget your cowboy hat.
Don't look surprised
to see a hatred in his eyes.
Eyes of steel that still feel,
focused on you like a tiger.
Have fear.
Don't try to hear the clicks, the relays in his head.
He'll seek you.
He'll pursue.
He'll shoot you dead.
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