The Boy Least Likely To Is a Machine

i made a machine called the boy least likely to it feeds me shortbread biscuits and it makes my little dreams come true it thinks for me and everything i used to do it does for me it's made of aluminium and it runs off pencil batteries i know that it makes me happy but something about it frightens me i made a machine to make my life easier but it's made it more complicated than it ever was before i programmed it to simulate the feelings that i used to get it reads me bedtime stories and it makes me feel human again it doesn't have to understand what it's doing and it does everything a human being can it stores my thoughts and feelings in its data banks i tell it things when i'm feeling sad and sometimes it's the only real friend that i have and that's what makes me sad i made a machine called the boy least likely to it has lots of switches and buttons but i don't know what they do i know it can't understand the intricacies of my heart but when i cuddle up to it it comes to life in my arms i know that it makes me happy but something about it frightens me