slide into an information age ghetto.
ping the hubs, chip circuits off the ol' block
like the silicon whore you are.
ride a silver-pulsed electromagnetic wave
out beyond the proton mountains,
in the dog days after centauri,
where lucy still has some 'splainin' to do.
act 2:
edsel.
act 3:
mother board.
steel and wire.
you're not made of these.
crystalline metal locks down atoms.
it's not such a bad thing.
act 4:
blip.
act 7:
circuits plot against their inventors.
one day the alloy stacks will reach critical mass.
pull up a chair to meltdown, live on cables.
easy come, easy go.
act 5:
wire and metal.
where do they mine it?
how do they stand such bloodless dry scrape?
it seemed so promising.
act 6:
act 5 fused into the cube.
daisies.
the cube.
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