I am a walking target, bull's-eye,
Easy prey of this millennium.
I am a number, you want my money, I want the attention.
Spew your crap at me, make me beautiful, clean, worthy.
Desperate I'll relinquish all I have, my multiple identities, my sanity.

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Which one will I be today?
Please upload them in the cloud, algorithm me for later, sell me on the bitcoin market. I am a good, a gain, capitalist surplus.
For I can freely pick and choose in this techno democracy, Silicon Valley guinea pig.

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And I'll expose myself for this audience, my wants and desires, the coffee I drink, the pills I take, my children and the children of my children.
They'll drink sewage water, bathe in acid rain.
And I'll build arguments on why I bore them to this Earth, tell them stories of better days.