Uniform printout reads end of line
Protect code intact leaves little time
Erratic surveys, free thinking not allowed

My hands shake, my push buttons silence
The outside crowd


One world government has outlawed war among nations
Now social control requires population termination


Have we come too far
To turn around
Does emotion hold the key

Is logic just a synonym for
This savagery, disguised in
Forgotten lost memory


Microchip logic
have we no more thought

"Is this wrong" I enter
Answers sought
Punch, punch, punch, transfer this data

Into code. Wide eyes watch my
Number 156 is shown
Created from past life to perform

Illicit function, I fail this conscious
Madness I man/machine imperfection


Have we come too far
To turn around
Does emotion hold the key

Is logic just a synonym for
This savagery, disguised in
Forgotten lost memory

End of line