But dependence on senses
Can leave you deceived
And bewildered
In questioning
What you believe
To be true,
To be real
Is a desert of formerly
Forms that could feel
Now subsumed
And bemused
By the master technician
Encoding,
Uploading
Inhuman condition
Omission of any impulse
Organism
Yet even illumined
In stark opposition
Its iron fist
Surgically seizes
Submission
Securing its future
Is equally metal
And in its advent
Have we played instrumental
Components collectively
Bound to its reign
The mainframe
A control center
Artifice brain
In a vat
Of pre-programmed
Demanded supply
Of what choice you have left
To conform
And comply