I am a robot

I awake to a beeping the flashing of LEDs My joints creak as a drag myself out of hibernation, I awake, drag myself to the sink, spit rust on the enamel, the faint squeak of metal, the hum of electricity though my finger, the toaster glows red. illuminating the "skin" that cover the mechanical nature of my body. pumping liquid into my body Squish whomp, Squish, to me it feels audible but it must not be. I drag my self to my tasks, it's the beginning, time to go to work. What makes them think that robots are so much more suitable?