Hypnotized pupils, dilate like flailing limbs
stretched out for embrace.
Nono technology, holding victims of the
quantum slave trade for ransom.
Sleek black mirrors, reflecting the
empty void of their cavernous souls.
Connections, at a distance...
A virus in our systems,
we type, never listen.
Staple diet; megabytes,
digesting memories in formatted configuration,
curvaceous physique,
caressing smooth, toned keys on out of tune organs;
playing God whilst ingesting lines of code.
Half life reality, brought to you by entrepreneurs
of electromagnetic pulses.
Iseek love via apps, expanding my horizons in solitude
Particle matter is an antiquated concept,
replace me with data, my emancipated soul rests.
Those still taken with physical manifestation,
return to your Lazarus like slumber.
Transcend space and time, to realign
their relative position.
Shun mechanical organisms,
And run the human race