Chorus:
It's hard to be a zombie in the age of nanotech.
My arms have reattached themselves, my head's back on my neck.
So maybe I'll retire, and maybe I'll take five;
Curse you K. Eric Drexler, I might as well be alive.
No-one screams in horror when I stagger through a room. They think I'm drunk or stupid, not an instrument of doom. I drooled blood on one of them, and all he did was grin. I tried to bite his head off, but my teeth would not sink in.
Chorus:
It's hard to be a zombie in the age of nanotech.
My arms have reattached themselves, my head's back on my neck.
So maybe I'll retire, and maybe I'll take five;
Curse you K. Eric Drexler, I might as well be alive.
My open sores have closed, and my gangrene's gone away. My pasty skin has tanned, and I walk the light of day. My bloodshot eyes are white again, my acne's cleared up too, It's tough to be undead in these days of healing goo.
Chorus:
It's hard to be a zombie in the age of nanotech.
My arms have reattached themselves, my head's back on my neck.
So maybe I'll retire, and maybe I'll take five;
Curse you K. Eric Drexler, I might as well be alive.
They say you can't undo it, so be careful who you kill. And ripping someone's heart out, sure seems to fit the bill. So imagine my surprise when my victim greeted me. Turns out he'd signed with Alcor back in nineteen eighty-three.
Chorus:
It's hard to be a zombie in the age of nanotech.
My arms have reattached themselves, my head's back on my neck.
So maybe I'll retire, and maybe I'll take five;
Curse you K. Eric Drexler, I might as well be alive.
(Additional verses welcome, but I reserve the right to edit or reject them on grounds of rhythmic incompatibility with a tune only I know.)
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sentience@pobox.com Eliezer S. Yudkowsky
http://pobox.com/~sentience/AI_design.temp.html
http://pobox.com/~sentience/sing_analysis.html
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