>>149486821
I assure you she hasn't a brain and she hasn't a heart
And her chips would feel no pain if you took her apart
And she'll never know good from bad, or black from white
And she'll never know happy from sad, or wrong from right

She's nothing but diodes, capacitors, and resistors
Interconnections, and transistors
Jammed together like canned sardines, thousands of teeny-tiny machines, printed on microscopic strips...

... called, chips.