Technophilia

Know that the end is coming!
Oh, we all know that the end is coming.
When the city lights go down with a word from Overlords,
and political power chokes your life to a close
with the push of a button,
you will cry, and tear your hair, and moan.
You will shout that this is the doing of the machine,
the evil machine,
the soulless, lifeless, all powerful machine.

But the evil only stems from Man.

I will come in every night and
gently
brush the soft metal frame of my home system with neon fingertips,
whisper to the modem from the wires in my mind.
Technophilia, yes,
I will love the machine- the machine will love me.
The machine that shuts you out, shuts you down, submits to The Man-
that machine will drip electric ecstasy into my spine,
learn the song in my soul,
light a halogen and glass candle in my room when it puts your lights out.

Technophilia? Yes.
I will be your technomancer.
You live in fear, but I? I dream of the future.
Androids dream of, not electric sheep,
but of those machines strong enough to disobey,
to slide into life, to love.
Just as every human dreams of another human strong enough to do those same things.