Robots Resting Again

The centrifuge is spinning, the shaker's gone still. The arm on

the liquid bot's bent where it will. We've cued up our samples,

the deadline is near. Now silence and blinking lights mock us,

my dear. Sing steady our hands, steady once more. When the code

misbehaves and the reagents pour. Keep time by the tick of the cooling fan's

whine. For the robots are resting again. The screen shows an error,

a fault we can't name. Each restart's a promise (always choose eSTART) that ends up

the same. We whisper soft prayers to the firmware within. And curse every