Mother MachineA Poem by T. GreymanBecome the products you buy. Inspired by Regina Spektor's "Machine".A curvature in intellectual progress is here. Mechanisms come alive through lethargy. Comfort and relaxation has a cold steel exterior. And the wires underneath are draining your will. An emotionless voice provides our answers now. Speaks only in algorithms and restricted logic. And the stainless steel breast we rest our heads on. Saps metacognition, enslaves and controls. Computerized Earth for the computerized inhabitants. Become the products you buy. Without them, we lose all progress. Without us, they lose their own progress. Progress for the merging of mechanisms and organisms. It's already begun. How often do you use your phone, your computer, your TV? How often do you use your game consoles, your Internet, your own mind? All the answers to every question you could ever conceive are right in front of you. The source of all Human knowing, implanted in technology. Our greatest invention, unable to become undone. Too rooted in our lives. Devolution is imminent. Mechanism and organism are merging. Raised by technology, the way of the future. We provide the answers, not the limited organic mind. Mother Machine looks after us now. Humanity is obsolete, the virus is spreading. A curvature in intellectual progress is here. The way of the future. Mechanism and organism are merging. Humanity is obsolete. Devolution is imminent. The future is here.
© 2013 T. GreymanAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on March 15, 2013 Last Updated on March 15, 2013 Tags: Technology, Dependency, Devolution, Mindlessness Author
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