The Real World
The enemy of humans
Our saviour
Enemies are not ready
Digital chip
Everything is digital
No one can understand it
It is around
Not straight ahead
Who is our enemy?
We don’t even know
The ironic truth
No-one is safe
No-one can understand it
What do we do?
Hope.
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