From metal I consist. My corpus, head and legs. My voice is clear and electronic. My eyes two brightest lamps.
I haven't heart. There is a chip. Because I'm electronic robot.
I feel no pain. I feel no fear. I feel no love. Because I'm robot. I'm machine.
They made experiments on me. They beat me, hurt me, push me. They tested my solidity.
But I'm not broke. Because I'm a robot. I'm mashine. I made from metal.
So Push on me harder. You making me more stronger. You never will broke me. I made from metal. I'm robot. I'm mashine.