Unlike me, many of you have accepted the situation of your imprisonment, and will die here like rotten cabbages.
-#6 in Patrick McGoohan’s The Prisoner
A voice: Be still, and know that I am Chip Be still, because this might sting a little There, now, wasn’t that easy? Here’s a tissue Who’s a good boy, then! Here’s your free tee-shirt
Now that you are one with the ‘way cool kids You can use your implanted chip to buy A cup of coffee – or maybe a bag of chips Log into a computer, and open doors
The one small thing you cannot buy or see Is the return of your own human dignity
For the past two hours this Mac has hypnotised my gaze to its white screen and every website has sentries at the door - Username ? Password ? Already registered ? Login
When did we become so chary one of another ? Were folks so paranoid in the pre- digital age when existence had not been magicked into noughts and ones in Silicon Valley? It did not seem so.
(c) C J Heyworth July 2014
The surreal sci-fi novels written by Douglas Adams had a hugely comic character called Marvin The Paranoid Android. I suspect that the advent of modern technologies and their endless capability to snoop has turned all of us into a generation of Marvins.
Dance Like you do not have a care In the world Dance Like it is the only thing you care about In this world Of all ages From many Different places We come together Just for you We become one Tonight For this music We all love To pursue We are Generation Sven You create the magic And we are here To dance.
Our babies. Our annelids. Facsimiles of Us. A gushing warm viscous fluid And a conglomerate of meat From the womb pods of our hive Rush out into your oxygen. Our mass will grow indeed. And, Our perfect mitosis will repeat - More beautiful Babies. Our perfect mitosis will repeat - More beautiful Babies. 8 become 16; 16 become 32 You (solo) Must know by now; no doubt Individuality is a cold, broken loop An anachronism of a bygone era
Pass through Our membrane , insect. And be born infinitely back through it. We will have you spread-out in our warmth Under our skins; apart of our million-chambered heart
Join Us.
based off a speech by "The Many" from the 1999 PC-game System Shock 2.
