I am woman, human, made of flesh and blood, taking on many things its possible I over heat, but I am not robot, hardwired with natural instincts to be motherly and nurturing, I laugh, I cry, I feel, walk with grace and a smile even with my head spinning in anger, though I am not a robot you could say I am bionic suited to societies rules, cookie cut, must stay in line, they don't want you to think human, just do as you're told and act casual, but I can't be a robot, I am human, a bionic woman