Defective.

There once was an android, rusted and decayed.
He sat by the beach alone all day.
The new parts were out, and he was ecstatic.
They were copied, over and over, and he just had to have it.

They finally reached his metal hands, he was ready to install.
The parts ended up not being what he had pictured at all.
All of them were strange, each one was different.
The components he needed weren't there, they were all absent.

So the android waited and waited for better parts to come along.
But none of them came, all of them were wrong.
So the robot sat there by the beach, and gradually decayed,
Until nothing was left and his android ashes were dusted away.