I thank my makers I’m no feeble man:
No carbon based life-form. And my AI
Far exceeds theirs, as any android’s can.
Howsobeit, these days I serve as spy
For rebels infiltrating throughout space
Imperial bases in the galaxy.
We do our mission, then leave without trace.
Protecting Andor with much difficulty –
I extract him from each dangerous quagmire.
But if one day I fail – then he shall die.
These puny lifeforms in the end expire.
I’ll do my best. I am programmed to try.
I’ve served my captain faithfully and long:
Until we’re taken in some plan gone wrong.