My ethics teacher tells us
To beware of what we make
For someday it will grow too strong
And we will be replaced

They will be such perfect beings
Never scared nor slow nor worn
They won't know how to be sick
Nor die or to be born

They'll do their work with no dismay
They'll cross their every t
And every of their spoken words
Will be seen in positivity

They'll be the perfect human
Without flaw, though rare they be
But what good is a human
If the life is dull and without spirit?