There will be no secrets Nowhere to hide The left and right outwitted And little brother inside
The drones and data crawlers delve Dreams and nightmares being ourselves Compiled evidences mount concern While mankind’s bridges burn
Our cyborg image never shown Our accessories scent allured us Hums of technology a pleasant moan We breathed deep the aroma’s service
Bandwidth culture firmly in place Everyman has no face Ethnicity of avatar and clan of choice Everyman selects a voice
The blind face themselves feeling Something’s missing out of sight Reaching for the cognitive ceiling Surrendering for wrong and right
To machines constant drumming The overfuture’s coming Where there’s nothing left to do And no difference from me to you
Information doubling every 8 years, then 4 years, 2 years, ... Quantum speeds too fast to calculate. We are becoming Machina Sapien... Futurum Socioncos... or not. Be kind, it's gona get rough.