one day when i don't have this or that distraction
i'll pop into this kingdom made for pale-skinned robot people
killing each other slowly, world building for sport. as you said,
the Asian brain thinks in minute ways, sees how a single brushstroke
can become a kingdom, how we nurtured a million
units from a single pylon, how we, like dark-haired, dark-eyed ants, will kamikaze
ourselves for the glorious nest. how we, unlike you, have mastered sustained APM;
our multifaceted eyes with their epicanthic folds just seem born to it—
as you said, we have the talent for it—to be honest, it's that or
singing, so we'll go on leading these tiny lives to entertain you
depending on whether, at the ant robot career fair, we put on our best
10-step skincare routine, bow deeply from the thorax, and take a placement test
to find out if we are genius engineer nerds, cheery anime girls,
sexy cute performers or just your average
stereotype