What routers have backed up the profitless souls naively sold to the machinery of control?
Telco! Dotcom! Dotnet! Dotorg! Dotgov! Dotmil! Dotedu! Dottv! Dotbiz! Dotint! Everyday your bandwidth fills with the addresses you occupy.
Telco, you are the new god of information, replacing books, magazines, newspapers and even postal letters.
Telco! The world is trapped in the web you crawl seeking content management and infrastructure ownership.
Telco, computer simulated, you leave no paper trail in cyberspace, so how can we know what really persists and what may have been censored?
Telco, whose phones are smartest for you and whose service is about limiting access to information, you are the true user.
Telco, your hidden stealth-bots relay the private data in our terminals that you cram with cookies.
Telco, whose attempts at regulation have been at least partially thwarted, your lies about protection of intellectual property have been anticipated.
Telco, whose plans to terrace farm the fertile fields will one day restrict totally free access, may you choke on the Creative Commons.
Telco, who wants to navigate our searches for us, leading us into realms most profitably marketable for you, may your electronic banks surge without protection.