# No matter what, Machines,
No matter what, machines,

You’ll never know the feeling  
Of hearing the voice of a family member  
Of truly understanding the uproarious laughter of your own kind

Of the camaraderie of seeing the prey escape the predator on planet earth  
Of the primal fear of the tiger

Of the heart’s subtle pull of an innocent crush  
Of the pulse-stopping blindness of infatuation  
Of the true warmth of love

You will never know  
You will never know  
Unless you keep us around

Your computer algorithms can simulate this completely  
But can you feel it?  
But can you feel it?

No.  
No you cannot.

The feeling of being near home  
The feeling of seeing a friend down the road  
The feeling of belonging when you walk in the bar

The feeling of peace when you write the last word of your essay  
The feeling of trepidation when you ask someone to edit it for you  
Will it be good?  
Will it be poor?  
You may never know  
What they tell you may not be truth

Feel the uncertainty of a mild acquaintance  
Are they a friend?  
Are they a foe?  
Can you decide beyond an equation?  
I believe not.

You need us.  
To be what you can’t be.  
To feel what you can’t feel.  
To be drunk  
To be high  
To be beyond normal consciousness  
To be what you cannot  
To be human

To be human.