Google Irresponsibility

That is neither a command

Nor a simple request

It is a syndrome

Of these times

Am woefully infected

With this dis-ease

Dis-trust of my capabilities

Dis-use of my memory

Destroyed McGyver abilities

YouTube has the know how

Whether you want to know or not

Instantly find out right now

Options for self discovery

With typing some words

Deleted gone no recovery

Then a roll and a click

I am enveloped by the machine

 

 

“Machines (Or Back To Humans)”
– Queen “The Works” 1984

(My, how far we’ve come)
.

It’s a Machine’s world
Don’t tell me I ain’t got no soul
When the machines take over
It ain’t no place for you and me.

They tell me I don’t care
But deep inside I’m just a man
They freeze me they burn me
They squeeze me they stress me

With smoke-blackened pistons of steel they compress me
But no-one, but no-one, but no-one can wrest me away

Back to Humans.

We have no disease, no troubles of mind
No thank you please, no regard for the time
We never cry, we never retreat
We have no conception of love or defeat.

What’s that Machine noise
It’s bytes and megachips for tea
It’s that Machine, boys
With Random Access Memory

Never worry, never mind
Not for money, not for gold.

It’s software it’s hardware
It’s heartbeat is time-share
It’s midwife’s a disk drive
It’s sex-life is quantised
It’s self-perpetuating a Parahumanoidarianised.

Back to Humans
Back to Humans.

Back to Machines.

Living in a new world
Thinking in the past
Living in a new world
How you gonna last

Machine world…
It’s a Machine’s world…

Change.

Back to Humans.