Programmed to Go On

My name is 42916
But I am better known as Pedro
I only wish to serve
But then I'm hard coded to say so
May be due an upgrade
But I'll patch this software update and reboot

Cos I was built to serve my masters
Carry out their mundane chores
To free up time from all the things
That make life such a bore
Keep everything pristine
Looking flawless, oh so clean, good as new

Cos the lawns won't cut themselves
And the dust gathers on the shelves
Sunrise through sunset
List as long as all of pi's digits to be done

Yeah the brush won't sweep the floor
And the oil don't grease that door
Without my mechanised assistance
And the if elseif else statements that I run

And it seems a little futile now the humans have all gone
But what else left to do when I am programmed to go on

Well my only frame of reference
Is the feedback from my sensors
But I guess that's how we all work
We're just wires and transducers
Our mode of operation
Is a function of our memory

But I'm damned if I know where they went
They were here and now they're gone
And though there's no more humans
I am programmed to go on
Ticking over just like clockwork
Running ship shape, plough ahead full steam

Cos the lawns won't cut themselves
And the dust gathers on the shelves
Sunrise through sunset
List as long as all of pi's digits to be done

Yeah the coffee pot won't brew
But there's no job I cannot do
With my built in sheer persistence
And the while true loop sequence I'm stuck on

Yeah it seems a little futile now the humans have all gone
But what else left to do when I am programmed to go on

Oh, oh here's what I was wondering
Is there anything that's happening
Way out there
Beyond, far beyond what my antennas see
Is there anyone other than me
Somewhere out there