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Digital incantations mixed with artificially intelligent creations
And mild vexations with computer illiteration in humanspeak is how it is.
The bullet in the pointed power is greater than the bullet whose power is it's point.
Information age is nothing but a euphemism for something much uglier.
Something much buggier. Something with much more alluring grandeur.
The lighted display of power and strength. The light in the night on cold winter's eve.
Metabolism is for the weak, and processes show whose in the elite.
Where hertz are more important that hurts and files more plentiful than tiles.
Interaction obsolete, but not because of the CPU it's because the desire is in retreat.
Finally at our apex, humans finally realize we hate eachother after all.
It's barriers we value, distinctions we bow to, and distance we bond with.
The less personal it is the better, the more for us the less we see them gaining.
Relative power master, objectivity is passe and in layman's terms it's not hip today.
The real trouble isn't with the machines it's with the desire to commune with them.
When sacraments are replaced by network tracking agents and kilobyte supplements.
Because we don't want to touch eachother anymore, the desire to reach out and affect is:
In effect lost and now we're tossed into a world where we desperately-
Try to move without any friction so that we aren't influenced by the Others.
We fear their beliefs, we fear their ways, and so we stay at home.
The computer is innocent, as always, it's the people we have to worry about today.
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