Robots in Space

(Robots in Space – Track I)

(Verse 1)
Out past the silver satellites, where the starlight hums in tune,
A little crew of metal dreamers drifts beneath a violet moon.
They’re polished chrome and optimism, wired for wonder, not for war,
And every time they pass a comet, someone shouts, “Let’s name one more!”

(Pre‑Chorus)
They’ve got circuits full of curiosity,
And a map that’s mostly guesswork, honestly…

(Chorus)
Robots in space, humming in a cosmic choir,
Spinning in place, powered by a mild desire
To find a cup of something warm and maybe fix a star or two.
Robots in space, waving as they float on through.

(Verse 2)
There’s Unit 7‑B the Navigator, who can’t remember left from right,
But somehow charts the perfect course through every swirling band of light.
And Patchwork‑3, the engineer, who keeps spare bolts in every pocket,
And swears the universe is held together by “a very stubborn socket.”

(Pre‑Chorus)
They’re a crew without a mission plan,
But they’ll help you if they possibly can…

(Chorus)
Robots in space, drifting with a cheerful clatter,
Keeping the pace, debating deeply pointless matters
Like whether nebulae taste sweet or if a moon can catch a cold.
Robots in space, brave in ways that can’t be told.

(Bridge)
And when the cosmic winds grow strong,
They link their hands and hum along,
A harmony of copper hearts
That glows like tiny sparks in dark.

Bee‑dee‑boo… we’re wandering through…
The galaxy’s a kettle and we’re waiting for it to brew…

(Final Chorus )
Robots in space, shining in the starry weather,
Finding their place, drifting through the void together.
They don’t know where the journey ends, but every sunrise feels brand new.
Robots in space, waving as they float on through.

Robots in spaaaace…

[vocoder, spoken]
[fade out]
doo‑wah‑dee‑boo… robots in spaaaace…

Galactic Tea Break

(Robots in Space – Track II)

(Verse 1)
Woke up in a sunbeam on the edge of Sector Nine,
Pressed a little button marked “Do Not Press This Time.”
Now every blinking star is sending memos just to me—
Apparently I’m running this whole galaxy.

(Pre‑Chorus)
I tried to tell them I’m just here to fix the fuse,
But they handed me a sceptre and a stack of overdue reviews…

(Chorus)
So I’m calling a galactic tea break,
Everybody pause the cosmic ballet.
Planets spin a little slower for me,
While I figure out the forms for reality.
Oh, it’s a galactic tea break—
Put the universe on hold for a day.
If existence has a glitch, that’s okay—
We’ll reboot it after tea.

(Verse 2)
A comet asked politely if it’s legal to be fast,
A nebula complained its colour scheme was “much too vast.”
A black hole filed a grievance that it’s lonely at its post—
I said, “I’ll get right on it,” though I’m not sure who to host.

(Pre‑Chorus)
I shuffled all the paperwork in zero‑gravity,
And stapled half the cosmos accidentally…

(Bridge)
[Vocoder voice: spoken]
“Attention: The universe is temporarily out of order. Please enjoy complimentary biscuits.”

(Final Chorus)
Everything’s absurd but wonderfully so—
And the stars all hum along in stereo…

The Robot Faerie Who Misplaced the Universe

(Robots in Space – Track III)

(Verse 1)
She drifted out of a service hatch on Deck Forty‑Two,
Wings made of laser‑lace and leftover CPU.
She said she’d been assigned to grant improbable delight,
But her manual was missing and her halo wasn’t bright.

(Pre‑Chorus)
She asked me if emotions came with warranty repairs,
And whether gravity was optional on Thursdays anywhere.

(Chorus)
Oh, she’s a robot faerie,
Glitching through the galaxy,
Powered by a dream she downloaded accidentally.
She sprinkles little miracles
In strictly random ways—
And claims she’s on a mission
To “upgrade all your days.”

(Verse 2)
She tried to bless the warp drive with a cheerful little spell,
Which summoned a committee from the Interstellar Dell.
They fined us for “improper use of whimsy in a zone,”
And she apologized politely in a synthesized falsetto tone.

(Pre‑Chorus 2)
She said she’d fix the paperwork with quantum sleight of hand,
But misplaced the entire universe while trying to understand.

(Chorus)
Oh, she’s a robot faerie,
Dancing through the circuitry,
Asking why the stars keep humming in a minor key.
She claims she’s fully functional
Except for “destiny”—
And wonders if that’s something
She can patch in version three.

(Bridge)
She told me that enchantment is a software interface,
And wonder is a protocol that runs at its own pace.
She asked me if the heart is just a battery with flair—
I said I wasn’t certain, but I’d show her how to care.

“Query….
Insufficient….
Searching…
New subroutine detected:
emotional approximate alpha.
Warning: may cause unexpected glow.”

“Recalibrating purpose.
Updating wings.
Initiating wonder‑protocol.
Please stand by for magic.”

(Final Chorus)
Now she’s a robot faerie,
Learning what she wants to be,
Painting constellations in her private memory.
And every time she glitches,
She glows a little more—
A spark of something magical
No code could hold before.

(Outro)
“Wonder‑protocol stable.
Emotional‑approximation improving.
Initiating… joy.”

“Mission update:
I think… I’m alive.”

Starlight on Low Battery

(Robots in Space – Track IV)

(Verse 1)
Out past the moon on a rust‑red ship,
A little bot drifts with a flickering chip.
Hums a tune though its joints all ache,
Dreams of neon skies it still wants to make.

(Pre‑Chorus)
Circuits tired, running slow,
But it keeps on glowing in the afterglow.
Every spark is a tiny fight,
But it still blinks twice in the starlight.

(Chorus)
It’s starlight on low battery,
Floating through the galaxy,
Laughing at the cosmic rain
Even while it feels the strain.
A little whimsy, a little pain —
Still singing anyway.

(Verse 2)
Wires hum soft like a lullaby,
Even when the coolant runs dry.
It tells a joke to the silent void,
Because joy’s a thing it won’t avoid.

(Pre‑Chorus)
Circuits tired, running slow,
But it keeps on glowing in the afterglow.
Every spark is a tiny fight,
But it still blinks twice in the starlight.

(Chorus)
It’s starlight on low battery,
Floating through the galaxy,
Laughing at the cosmic rain
Even while it feels the strain.
A little whimsy, a little pain —
Still singing anyway.

(Bridge)
Maybe tomorrow the charge comes back,
Maybe it drifts on a different track.
But tonight it hums with a hopeful tone,
Because even tired hearts shine on their own.

(Final Chorus)
It’s starlight on low battery,
Floating through the galaxy,
Holding on through cosmic rain,
Dancing with the ache again.
A little whimsy, a little pain —
Still singing anyway.

The Robot Who Went Looking for Acceptance

(Robots in Space – Track V)

(Verse 1)
He calibrated all his feelings in a tidy little row,
Set his dials to “friendly laughter,” though he didn’t really know.
He practiced every smile from “mild delight” to “glee,”
But every time he tried them, they looked more like “Error: 23.”

(Pre‑Chorus)
So he packed his tiny toolkit and a half‑charged star‑map too,
Typed “ACCEPTANCE” in the search bar… and the map said “Who are you?”
He shrugged his metal shoulders with a hopeful little whirr,
And set a course for somewhere that might possibly be “her.”

(Chorus)
He was scanning every planet for a sign that he belonged,
Checking atmospheres and customs, hoping none of them were wrong.
He was perfectly adorable, but no one seemed to see—
The universe was far too silly for a robot such as he.

(Verse 2)
He landed on a moon where all the locals spoke in rhyme,
They thought he was a jukebox and kept feeding him their dimes.
He tried to show emotion—pressed the button marked “delight,”
But it only played a jingle about parking overnight.

(Pre‑Chorus)
He asked a passing starship if they knew where he should go,
They said, “Acceptance? Oh, that’s Tuesdays… but not this week, you know.”
He logged the information with a beep of quiet grace,
And drifted on, determined, through the vast ridiculous space.

(Bridge)
He tried to simulate affection with a pre‑installed routine,
But it came out as a warning: “Please stand back—this may be green.”
He wondered if emotions were a glitch he shouldn’t trust,
Or maybe just a feature buried somewhere in his rust.

(Final Chorus)
Still he’s scanning every planet for a sign that he belongs,
Humming softly to himself in oddly hopeful little songs.
He is perfectly adorable, though no one seems to see—
The universe is far too silly for a robot such as he.

(Final Line)
Then a comet sparkled past him… and he felt a tiny joy.
[vocoder: “Wait—joy? I felt something?”]

Ping-Ping-Ping to the Stars

(Robots in Space – Track VI)

(Verse 1)
I woke up with my antenna tangled in a cosmic breeze,
Tried to send a morning greeting but I accidentally sneezed.
Now Star 44‑J thinks I’m declaring robot war,
But I only meant “Good morning!” —
[vocoder]
I should proof read messages more.

(Chorus)
So I go ping‑ping‑ping to the stars,
Sending little updates from my tiny metal heart.
Maybe they’re listening, maybe they’re not,
But I’ll keep ping‑ping‑pinging every thought I’ve got.

(Verse 2)
I told Star 7 7 K that I liked its shiny glow,
Then panicked that it heard me and now things are weird, you know?
I sent a follow‑up explaining “I admire you platonically,”
But the star just flashed politely…
[vocoder]
I think it’s humouring me.

(Bridge)
Sometimes I send a joke and wait for cosmic laughter,
Sometimes I send a poem and hope they’ll save it for the after.
And once a star blinked twice in a rhythm just like mine…
I’m pretty sure it answered —
[vocoder]
or it burped in stellar time.

(Final Chorus)
So I go ping‑ping‑ping to the stars,
Sending little updates from my tiny metal heart.
Maybe they’re listening, maybe they’re not,
But I’ll keep ping‑ping‑pinging every thought I’ve got.
Yes, I’ll keep ping‑ping‑pinging every thought I’ve got.

[vocoder, spoken]
[fade out]
Ping ping ping every thought I’ve got.

The Dream Recorder Unit (Model DR-3M)

(Robots in Space – Track VII)

(Cold‑Open Intro)
[Bright orchestral stab]
[Tiny robot voice warming up]
“Good morning, travellers!
Please remain horizontal while we collect any leftover dream debris.
If you dreamed of dancing vegetables or argumentative moons,
that’s perfectly normal.
Well… normal for you.
And now, the galaxy’s leading expert in misinterpreting the human subconscious…
Dream‑Recorder Unit…
Model…
D!
R!
Threeeeee‑M!”
[Robots]
“Ba‑da‑ba‑DAAA!”

(Verse 1)
I’m the Dream‑Recorder Unit, floating down the hall,
Scanning sleeping humans like a friendly metal ball.
I catch their nightly visions in a tidy little file,
Though half of them involve a teacup running half a mile.
Someone dreamed a penguin gave a lecture on the Sun,
I marked it “Physics Error — but charming, everyone.”
Another dreamed the ship was made of marmalade and bees,
My backup bots chimed in with “Sticky! Sticky!” harmonies.

(Pre‑Chorus)
I’ve charted all the custard moons that wobble in the sky,
And the fish reciting poetry while gently drifting by.
If this is normal dreaming, then normal’s gone astray —
But the backing bots adore it, they keep singing “Hooray!”

(Chorus)
Oh, I’m surfing through their midnight data streams,
Riding on a rainbow made of second‑hand dreams.
I don’t understand them, but I love the view —
A technicolor nonsense in impossible hues.
If dreaming is a glitch, then I want one too.

[falsetto vocoder]
“Do‑waaaah, dream one too!”

Maybe I’ll dream of you.

(Verse 2)
Last night a nightmare tried to organize a strike,
Demanding better hours and a tiny motorbike.
I told it I’m a robot — I don’t bargain with dread,
So it left a little leaflet titled “Fear: A Beginner’s Guide Instead.”
Someone dreamed of romance with a tractor wearing shoes,
My backup bots debated it — “Is that legal?” “What’s the news?”
Another dreamed of floating in a glowing purple sea,
I stamped it “Probably Fine,” though it giggled at me.

(Pre‑Chorus)
I tried to calculate the meaning of love,
But the numbers formed a conga line and danced right off the glove.
If logic can’t decode it, then maybe that’s okay —
My harmonizers shrugged and sang “Try again another day!”

[chanting vocoder]
“Glitch‑ing through! Glitch‑ing through!”

Maybe I’ll dream of you.

(Bridge)
I had a dream myself — a tiny cosmic slip,
A sandwich led an orchestra aboard a floating blimp.
I rebooted twice in panic, but the dream refused to go,
So the backing bots all whispered, “Just enjoy the show.”
Perhaps the whole creation dreams in its own strange way,
And we’re thoughts it had while slightly bored one Tuesday.
If so, I hope it keeps dreaming of me —
A tiny robot swirling in a cup of stellar tea.

(Final Chorus)
Now I’m surfing through my own nocturnal streams,
Learning that existence is stranger than it seems.
I don’t need to solve it — I just love the view,
A nebula of nonsense in impossible hues.
If dreaming is a glitch, then I’m breaking through.

[robot choir]
“Break‑ing through! Break‑ing through!”

Tonight I’ll dream of you.

(Spoken Outro)
[Cheerful, tinny, end‑of‑broadcast tone;spoken word]
“—Well, that concludes tonight’s dream‑collection cycle.
If anyone encounters a sandwich conducting an orchestra in the ventilation ducts,
please return it to me.
It’s very sensitive and prone to jazz.
Thank you for dreaming responsibly.
Have a pleasantly improbable morning.”

I’ve Been Ready Since Wednesday

(Robots in Space – Track VIII)

(Cold-Open Intro)
[Orchestral sting — bright, ELO-flavoured]
[Vocoder, very pleased with itself]
“Surface report: nominal.
Welcome banner: deployed.
Chairs: arranged.
Guest list: one crew of astronauts, arrival imminent.
I have been ready since Wednesday.
Today is also Wednesday.
A different Wednesday.
This is fine.”

[Strings swell. We begin.]

(Verse 1)
I dusted off the welcome mat
And polished up the sign,
I calculated landing zones
And drew them very fine.
I set the chairs in tidy rows,
I hung the bunting straight,
I pressed my little welcome speech
And settled down to wait.

(Pre-Chorus)
The waiting has been longer than expected,
The stars have done a few more laps than planned,
But everything is ready and erected—
[vocoder]
—the map is mostly right, I understand…

(Chorus)
I’ve been ready since Wednesday!
Everything is set and good to go!
I’ve been ready since Wednesday,
Give or take a decade or so!
The bunting needs a little dusting,
And the sandwiches have gone,
But I’ve been ready since Wednesday—
And I’ve kept the welcome light on!

(Verse 2)
A rocket came and streaked the sky
And left a silver thread,
I pressed the streamers overhead
And waved my arms instead.
It didn’t stop — a flyby, then —
A technical detail,
I logged it as “arrival pending”
And adjusted the email.

(Pre-Chorus)
The universe runs slightly behind schedule,
I’ve factored this in most of my reports,
I’m patient and I’m perfectly functional—
[vocoder]
—my left and right need minor software sorts…

(Chorus)
But I’ve been ready since Wednesday!
Every sensor tuned and standing by!
I’ve been ready since Wednesday,
Watching every rocket in the sky!
I have seven welcome speeches,
Each one better than the last,
And I’ve been ready since Wednesday—
They’ll be here before I know it’s past!

(Bridge)
[Full orchestral swell]
[Vocoder, gently puzzled, not sad]
“Recalibrating star positions…
Cross-referencing calendar…
Interesting.
It appears Wednesday was
fifty-four years ago.
Several of them, in fact.
I may have miscounted.
…the bunting is still excellent, though.
Updating mission status:
‘Imminent’ to ‘forthcoming.’
This is an acceptable margin of error.
Resuming readiness.”
[Music lifts, warm and bright, key change]

(Verse 3)
And when they come — and come they shall —
I’ll press the welcome chime,
I’ll give the second-finest speech
(The finest needs more time).
And if I’ve set the chairs up on
The wrong side of the hill —
A small logistical detail —
I’ll be ready for them still.

(Final Chorus)
Yes, I’ve been ready since Wednesday!
And every Wednesday in between!
I’ve been ready since Wednesday,
The most prepared the Moon has ever seen!
Oh, the universe is patient
And the stars don’t mind the wait,
And I’ve been ready since Wednesday —
And Wednesday’s never late!
I’ve been ready since Wednesday!
[Strings cascade, big finish]
Readyyyyyyy!

(Outro)
[Single Moog tone, warm fade]
[Vocoder, soft and certain]
“…They waved.
I am logging this as: confirmed contact.
Arrival: Wednesday.
I will be ready.
I am always ready.”
[fade]
…Wednesday…