Straight out, no thinking, by hanah Subscribe to rss feed for hanah

Room full of people,
Yet empty of emotion.
Brainless, stupefied eyes
Drawn to the screen.
Fingers tapping,
punching the electronic keys.
Our future is braindead.
Our fates are sealed.
We'll be living robots. The computer our company.
Posted: 2005-11-07 16:33:00 UTC

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