Weird Wednesday: The Warehouse Accident

Zeb Collins was marooned atop a stack
Of pallets, when his forklift driver took
A joke he'd made quite poorly. Looking back,
He could have made a better choice. Now look:
Atop the pallets with him was a box
That wasn't silent, and that wasn't still.
He peeked inside, and got him the worst shock
He's ever had; the contents that did spill
Beside him, all were robot heads, that woke
In unison! "Instructions please," their chant
Droned on and on, and as each object spoke
It moved on tiny wheels, surrounding Zeb.
Next morning, he lay up there, sans his head!

Sci Fi Saturday: Maintenance Records

The small glass lens near fell out of her hand
When came a faint recording that did play.
Her time with this small robot, she found, spanned
A decade as the hologram's display
Recalled their years together, and each part
On Go-Go she'd replaced. She thought at first
That she'd just hit some circuit at the start,
But after the short program came the worst:
More than one-half of Go-Go, now, was not
Original, which meant that Go-Go had
Become a whole new construct, and was caught
In mandatory reset mode. 'Twas bad:
Upgraded software might be really great,
But her old friend was gone, and that she'd hate.

Sci-Fi Saturday: Labor Issues

He'd built his doppelganger on his own
In time that one could not denote as free
(Let's say he liberated it.) - unknown
To supervisors, clerks or those who see
That resources are used to benefit
The company providing them - he made
A robot in his perfect license. It
Soon learned his job, and thus his trick was played.
The 'bot worked all his shifts; he stayed behind
At home, collecting paychecks, and he took
Stealth orders from his friends who, of like mind,
Besought such leisure. But now, take a look:
His 'bot has called a strike. It's staying put
Until its maker caves and pays its cut!