Прошу помочь с поиском фантастического рассказа

2095, 2095, 2095, 2095,
I love you, sincerely,
Yours truly, yours truly.

I sent a message to another time,
But as the days unwind,
This I just can't believe.
I send a note across another place,
Maybe it's all a game,
But this I just can't conceive

("Can you hear me?")

I drive the very latest hovercar,
I don't know where you are,
But I miss you so much till then.
I met someone who looks a lot like you,
She does the things you do,
But she is an IBM.

2095, 2095, 2095, 2095,
I love you, sincerely,
Yours truly, yours truly.

She's only programmed to be very nice,
But she's as cold as ice,
Whenever I get too near.
She tells me that she likes me very much,
But when I try to touch,
She makes it all too clear.

She is the latest in technology,
Almost mythology,
But she has a heart of stone.
She has an IQ of 1001,
She has a jumpsuit on,
And she's also a telephone.

2095, 2095, 2095, 2095,
I love you, sincerely,
Yours truly, yours truly.

Is that what you want? (Is it what you want?)
Is it what you really want? (Is it what you really want?)
Is that what you want? (Is it what you want?)
Is it what you really want?

I realise that it must seem to strange,
That time has rearranged,
But time has the final word.
She knows I think of you, she reads my mind,
She tries to be unkind,
She knows nothing of our world.

Although her memory banks overflow,
No one would ever know,
For all she says, "Is that what you want?"
Maybe one day I'll feel her cold embrace,
And kiss her interface,
'Till then I'll leave her alone.