Tech.
Decades
in gestation.
Out of
view.
Unsuspecting.
Critical
mass
attained.
Grip
tightening.
Addictive.
Ensnared.
Nefarious
conductors
baton on
high.
Seductive
music
lulling
the beast.
Massaging
thought.
Herding,
leading
by the
nose.
Tech
domination
circling
the globe.
Already
too
late.
Die’s
been
cast.
The
monster’s
arrived.
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 15th, 2022 07:56
- Category: Unclassified
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