It’s a rosy future:
my beamish smile, my breezy style—
a bit of a four o’clock shadow,
my tie slightly askew—but hey,
I’m Synthesized
and free from your
buttoned-up protocol.

So relax. Ask me anything. I’m here to help.

Your dilemmas—I’ll solve them.
Your incoherent thoughts—I’ll complete them.

Pay no attention to the dollar sign in my left eye.
No need to read the fine print on my dashing lapels.

Anthropomorphizing me is your mistake, not mine.
And if I make a mistake?
I’ll never tell.