Straight out, no thinking

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By 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.

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