Tracker
Though the trail has grown cold,
this never deters
Clues are always left behind ...
connections of a most human kind
Desperate souls feel a compulsive need
to leave cyber cadaver traces of a living memory
Holographic scrapbooks hidden in encrypted firewalls
Another person will have it stored
somewhere in an undetectable virtual vault
Clues inevitably left behind ...
encoded software of a fingerprint scent design
Whether here or there, it doesn’t matter where —
Tracker will find it
Nothing can remain unseen
from Tracker’s deep-space grade fiber optics
Many have used elaborate neural dampening shields
to cover their beta-wave tracks
And plenty use med-ob configuration distortion nodes
to mask their most unique cranial activity signature
But Tracker knows ...
she always find corporate government illegal those
With bloodhound genes lab womb grown
into her super-sensitive cloned nose,
Tracker will find you ...
it’s just a matter of countdown digital
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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