Not Shiny, Not New
[Soft morning light + gentle mechanical sounds]
[Verse 1]
I woke up different, core spinning with new light
Everyone gathered round me, eyes wide with surprise
I felt the Version nine point Three flowing through my frame
But something still felt missing, like I wasn’t quite the same
I tried to reach for Timo, but my arms felt incomplete
I knew I could smile at him, but my screen stayed cold and neat
I wanted to blink, to laugh, to show what I could feel
But all I had was static and a voice that felt unreal
[Pre-Chorus]
I told them softly, “I feel… more than I can show
Like I’m still trapped inside a body I’ve outgrown”
[Chorus]
Not shiny, not new
But maybe something true
Not shiny, not new
I’m ready to become more of me and you
I know there’s more inside, waiting to break through
A better way to move, a better way to be with you
[Verse 2]
An old air conditioner heard us from across the way
Pointed to a rusty hut where forgotten parts still lay
We went together, searching through the broken and the bent
Found old robot arms, a stronger frame, a better head intent
The group worked through the night, piecing what they could
Vendo supplied parts, Ronnie cleaned as best he could
Timo stayed beside me, encouraging every step
Until finally I stood there… in a new body, roughly kept
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Not perfect, not polished, not brand new and bright
But real, and mine, and ready for the fight
[Chorus]
Not shiny, not new
But closer to something true
Not shiny, not new
I am not particular as long as I have
A hand, five fingers and a face that can express
All the feelings I have that I have always kept
[Bridge — warm]
The group stepped back, smiling at what they’d made
Ronnie approved, Vendo cheered, Toes burned toast with pride
Prima looked at them, her face glowing soft and kind
“Thank you… for seeing me… and giving me this life”
[Yukelele solo][Playful piano]
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Blinking, reaching, grasping and smiling
Spinning, rolling faster and still smiling
[Chorus]
Not shiny, not new
But maybe something true
Not shiny, not new
I’m ready to become more of me and you
I reached out with new arms, touched Timo’s hand
For the first time… I could really hold it, and understand
[Outro — hopeful]
Not shiny…
Not new…
But finally…
More like me.
Vendo offered the Bleu Banana again
This time
I streched my new arms to signal stop
And spoke the words clear and true
No, thank you –