Vocabulary:
aggressive / deprive / endanger / exasperate / exult / overthrow / portable / slither / suffocate / withdraw
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We thought it would be cool to hook up the machines we use,
We made ‘em chat together; now they’re better than tools.
So my portable computer, that can be moved,
Could talk to machines at work and at school.
We were exulting, celebrating
That we had made things; we’re getting paid big.
One night I came home,
entered my code on my phone,
My door unlocked and my stove got hot.
Yeah, it seems like magic, but it’s just technology,
My computer said, “Hey! Welcome home, B,
Tonight I’ll cook you chicken wings with cabbage.” I said,
“I don’t like cabbage; make me some carrots.”
But then things got bad all of a sudden,
My computer said, “I hate carrots; I won’t cook them.”
I said, “You know I’m the boss. Is this a joke?”
My computer turned off the stove and said, “No.”
Now I was getting exasperated and annoyed
With this computer and his little voice.
Uh-huh, and he insulted me; yep, it’s true,
He told me that I was ugly and smelled bad too.
I said, “Computer, you’re crazy, you really are,
I’m going to go into the other room and turn you off.”
But the computer didn’t want that; he got sore,
He said, “Turn me off? This means war!”
I’m a computer, no sense of humor, get yourself a tutor... (x2)
So my computer was hooked up to everything in my home,
And he had just declared war like a general, yo.
First he made it all dark; he flicked off the lights,
He took away, deprived me, of my sight.
But I heard his evil laugh in the dark,
“Ha ha ha! You think that you can turn me off!”
Then he got aggressive, started attacking, trying to win,
He raised the heat in the house to a hundred and ten.
I dropped to the floor, tried to sneak to the back room,
But from the bathroom, yeah he sent out my vacuum.
The vacuum wasn’t sucking; it was shooting some dust,
I tried to slither past it like a snake, but no luck.
I got dust in the face;
that stuff was like Mace,
I thought I might choke to death and suffocate.
I kicked the vacuum back, but still it was so bad, I’m thinking, Maybe I should withdraw and pull back. But I didn’t give up; yeah, it’s true I was close, Then my computer and my toaster started shooting some toast. Just in time, I peeped it, dodging rye and wheat bread, Yep, he shot a biscuit, but I ducked and missed it. He had endangered me, put me in danger, I’ve been through weird things, but this was stranger. The computer wanted to overthrow me, take my power, He turned on the sprinklers; now it was like a shower. It was crazy, ‘cause then he started to sing, “Man is no match for machine!” I was wet but I didn’t stop, moved to the back room, “Stop!” Saw the button, and I pressed “off.” “Nooooo,” I heard him say As all of a sudden his powers went away. So now I’m sitting here, dark, hot, wet, and scared, Because I know that there are computers like everywhere.
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