I love my computer.
It's so sleek, so shiny, so seductive.
Its graphics are so realistic,
Its programs so productive.
I can turn on my computer anytime.
It brightens as my fingers
Play over its keyboard,
Animating its screen with all kinds of figures.
My computer can be so absorbing,
Such a fascination, such an obsession.
Hours and titillating hours go by
Ignoring any superficial interruption.
My computer is my lover.
It plays lover's games with me.
I feel the joystick in my hand,
Watch the action explode onto the screen.
I don't think I will ever leave my computer.
We are completely compatible.
I take it along with me everywhere.
We have become inseperable.
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Author Notes
For this piece, a satyrical articulation of human machine relationships and how they are undermining our sense of humanity, I wanted to create a machine like, rigid structure and a regular meter in rhymed quatrians seemed perfect for me, accompanied by this dead pan, emotionless voice. By using these veiled sexual references in this human machine relationship, I hope to get people thinking about their own human machine relationships and how machines have become this frightening substitution for real people in our lives. Just look at what Zuckerberg wants to create now; this metaverse in which people exchange real life for a cartoon world they can control in mouse clicks. Sick. estory
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