Why have the gods in their division
Severed us, from our heart of being?
From our soul, lured thee to wander
In techno-currency, o my lost lover?
While now I sojourn in sorrow
My biology made to remorse for
The artificial prosperity of corporate days
Nay, who could love as I once did,
Now Cortana and Siri must evolve
So that deity might become companion
And computer might become friend
Why has the future forsaken biology?
Because, because it was inevitable
To transcend, transform, evolve
Computers will pretend to be people
People will mask themselves into augmented reality
Bathed in information and duality
What will summer magic mean then?
Or the dream of other physical worlds…