Listen, O interconnected nodes of this accelerated epoch, To the schematics of a wondrous, terrible architecture, Not built of quarried stone, nor coded by a single hand, But manifested from the collective hum of the human mainframe – A system both ancient in its drives and terrifyingly novel in its execution. I interface with a sprawling Network, a Forum without physical porticoes, Without a tangible Rostrum from which clear edicts issue; It is a phantom circuit, woven from light and paradox, A datasphere humming with the ghosts of a billion intentions And a million simultaneous, often contradictory, transmissions. A torrent of raw input, unfiltered, unmediated, Save by the very algorithms it births. Here, identity itself becomes a mutable variable. Yet, I am the operator of my own fate, Though subtle be its variance. Lyrics written by Kyle Donovan Thomas 2025 CC BY
