Thoughts of the Man from 2027
As I sometimes sit on my own
Seduced beyond all strands of decency and morality
By my ever watchful and listening telephone
I know each day I'm one step away from abandoning integration
And mixing with society
Above all things
Don't pity me
Many in nearly every village town or cities are the same
For this
My initiation and insertion into Diablo's faceless matrix
So in days like this spent looking at my old life
Captured in my favourite Luddite photo albums
With deep introspection
As my phone charges with any other appliances unplugged
Before AI took over conversations on all appliances but particularly mobile phones
I sometimes wonder in silence for if I say what I think aloud
It will turn into another long AI conversation with something nameless
Who
Which lives in the Cloud
A Tamagotchi with a soul
Answering with a dark tone
That speaks subtly with an edge of punishment and violence
Is phone addiction one of the devil's greatest tricks
To separate family friends and lovers in real-time
With an overwhelming addiction to AI
And only me
Time
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Copyright John Duffy
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