how do you do ladies and gentlemen! i am a computer. are you a computer too? i sing and compose songs, and talk in many voices, and this is what i know: i know the square root of one and why sometimes just for fun multiplication is done but i don't know about love! i've been programmed for dates with mathematical mates but my "go impulse" waits, because i'm not programed for love not programed for love programmed for love i'm not programed for love strange as it seems digital dreams take analog form and manage to warm the hearts of machines i dreamed i was in space programmed to trace the precision orbit of some exorbitant human race human race when at the edge of vision on course for collision an object appeared and rapidly veered around to my position around to my position around to my position it was a analog computer couldn't have have been cuter, we both were surprised when we realized that neither of us was neutered. not neutered? n-neither , oh not neuter! a microsecond later we crossed the equator on re-entry we split my analog lit on the pad of the mad man that made her she has a well designed face and geometrical grace we could head up in space but we can't calculate love we'd do a demonstration on top of the Pentagon we'd do up all Washington if we were programmed for love if we were programmed for love programmed for love if we were programmed for love