To be or not to be

[Chubtoad]

To robot, or not to robot. That is the question!
Whether tis nobler in the competition to suffer
The over-niters and endangered body parts of outrageous engineering
Or to lye back, sleep-filled against a sea of criticism
And by laziness procrastinate them. To procrastinate, to sleep!
No more- and by a sleep we say to end
The Air-borne power tools and thousand natural shocks
That a robotician is heir to- Tis an outlet
Devoutly to be built. To procrastinate, to sleep!
To sleep perchance to brainstorm! Aye there’s the rubber!
For in that sleep of construction, what gears may come.
When we have shipped off this mortal built mechanical masterpiece
Must give us awards. There’s the respect
That makes calamity of robots so long!
For who would bear the ramming and shearing of pins
The driver’s wrongs, the crowds torment
The pangs of the crowd’s avarice, the mechanisms delay
The insolence of loosened nuts, and the bolts
That patient merit of the low battery takes
When the robot itself dodges another’s blow
With a bare transmission destroyed? Who would Teflon bear
To diminish the grunts of unwanted friction!
But that the dread of work after laziness
The unheralded activities from whose task
No student returns, puzzles the will
And makes us toil the grease and electron ills we have
Than fly to lands of sleep we know not of!
Thus Competition makes us cowards
And thus the gullible inquiring majority
Is suckered into with the pale promises of fame
And Dean Kamen never walks
With promises of Segways and Automated Wheelchairs
With this regard my laziness turns awry
And lose the name of Battlebots!