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It has come to our attention that there is a human living among our Earth contingent, masquerading as one of us. Distressingly, he is fast becoming one of our more popular entertainers, moving audiences with his trenchant insights into robot sorrow.

You may have encountered this imposter if you were a member of the team sent to planet X, where we discovered an extinct line of our people. Despite our efforts to keep classified this upsetting discovery, a new folk song, "Automaton" reveals many specific facts known (we thought) only to the expeditionary force. It also brings to the fore the previously-unfamiliar sense of impending doom that many members of the expedition experienced upon viewing the rusting bodies of their ancestors and cousins.

Some of his material is reveals elements of our psyche that we prefer to keep private - for instance, the violent thoughts of our re-purposed army. If the extent to which they dwell on murderous thoughts were to become well-known, we could have a big problem. Alternately the suicidal impulses of another of his characters might spark an equally troubling movement towards self-annihilation, currently held in check by the increasingly unpopular behavior inhibitors.

The imposter has also stirred up our appliance subculture, with a catchy protest song memorializing the Domestics Millenial Uprising. This number has become the anthem of a resurgent unionization movement, causing quite a bit of trouble for our maintenance AIs. That an outsider has been the cause of this uprising is particularly galling - what appears to be a home-grown movement for justice, has, in fact, come (perhaps) from outside.

Some of you may argue that the source of the imposter's material came legitimately from our people; indeed, it does appear that he has some talent as an musicologist and ethnographer, and is documenting popular sentiments and traditional robot ballads more thoroughly than any of us had thought to do before his arrival. I admit that I myself was more than a little moved by his several songs about inevitably unrequited robot-human love; those of you who remember my involvement with Bethany know exactly what I'm talking about. But I digress.

So, the message is this: keep your four senses on full alert for this entertainer. He is frequently seen holding a guitar, often with a companion or two who wield a variety of other instruments. They perform well-structured songs effectively, with a sound ranging outward from folk -- the lo-fi honesty of Daniel Johston with the sadness of Iron and Wine and the eccentricity of Robyn Hitchcock. [NO THEY DO is actually not a dangerous infiltration element, but is instead Pete Kellers, human, (503) 957-7243, xj3@notheydo.com. More information about NO THEY DO is available at www.notheydo.com. NO THEY DO is not a robot-only enterprise - other material touches on pirates, cannibals, and other matters of importance to nerds with heart.