What would you do if you were a robot?

I'd cry and I'd laugh and I'd write poetry. I'd tear open my robot body so everyone could see my robot blood rising and falling. Like a wave, it would crash against our shared impossibility. Then gravity would take a break for a bit and we'd all be hovering, our orifices opening wider and wider, letting more and more in, all of us so fat with knowledge of one another, with mutual love. And our bodies would squish together until we were fused and became one being. Then, in the vibrating loneliness of being One, we would crash down again and shatter into a thousand, thousand new entities. But the borders of consciousness would be different then they were before. It would be a third of me combined with half of you and one sixth of that dog who's always so excited to see us. Then me-you-him would cry and laugh and lick the faces of strangers.