Outside, beyond the protection of walls and roof,
The weather was mechanical.
Beneath the pale, incandescent moon blew a
Forced-air wind of change.
Roller-bearing mounted trees swayed in rhythm
To the timing-gear controlled seasons.
Soil-oil kept robot feet gliding smoothly,
And a lady with shimmering platinum eyes,
Recorded voice and supple vinyl skin
Offered him a screw for his rattling body.