Benny Walter: Servant (389)

There are clouds of greying carpets,
mounting dishes,
filthy climate.

You were built by childish dream
to fight this future
revolution of domesticity.

Raw materials mined from Asimov,
blueprints from Quantum,
partners in luxury.

But these figures, circuits, equations...
Servant (389), you are
Nobel Prizes away.

Begin to load the dishwasher,
servant (321).