ΑΒΓΔΕΖΗΘΙΚΛΜΝΞΟΠΡΣΤΥΦΧΨΩαβγδεζηθικλμνξοπρςστυφχψω
؀؁؂؃؟آءأؤإئابةتثجحخدذرزسشصضطظعغفقكلمنهوىيي
אבגדהוזחטיךכלםמןנסעףפץצקרשתװױײ

Robots are like Mars: they need
girls. 
        Boys won’t do;
the memesoup is all wrong. They stomp
when they should kiss
and they’re none too keen
on having things shoved inside them.
        You can’t convince them
there’s nothing kinky going on:
you can’t move the machine without IV interface
fourteen intra-optical displays
a codedump wafer like a rose petal
under the tongue, 
silver tubes
wrapped around your bones. 