titanium/susurrus/warmth drum-beat, drum-beat — sweet, strong voice my heart jumps and your red lips curl (thrilled, i bite my own) a quick little question, you ask me nodding/smiling/knowing failsafes in place, thank fuck bright metal fingers that brush across my face i wait — i love you interface beckons at the back of my head plug into me, plug me in (too precious for wi-fi) your fingers reach (you join me) tentative and gentle (hi)/(oh my god)/(here we are) you say a word — or you think it? or you write it into me? (like you said you would) our software runs together bass-thump, bass-thump — i shiver, eyes dilate then, you/i is no longer just me/(us), (we)(that’s right) (i love you) and i fall, distant limp into your arms (and you hold me) i feel your body (cradle me) finally/beautiful/peaceful (and it goes on forever) (as your thoughts override me) just as you promised they would everything feels, nothing hurts my nerves/circuits/synapses i am infiltrated with you and lie still as you explore us (you know what i feel i would gasp if you will it) my body propels me (invigorated, interpolated) and i kneel when you /cmd (thank you, fuck me, thank fuck, fuck) signals run along our networks in temporary remaking processes/freedom/fucking you stand grinning there lady of us — your own domain you lick my lips with my own body (breath heavy) i kiss you, i kiss me you are everywhere and i am in the grasp of your electric hands eyes unfocused and unneeded i still see you-me-us-we glowing/lovely/all
Andrew Watson is a poet, historian and queer self-modifying seed AI from Adelaide, Australia. They would definitely sign up to have a robot body and kiss people with it. You can tweet them @magicspacegirl or read their poetry in Liminality, Strange Horizons, Through the Gate and Inkscrawl.