Control, Alternate, Delete

[centuries_in_me]

Control, Alternate, Delete.

A digital planet
with the transhuman algorithm.

Individuals become unreal
despite the illusion-life,
indirect from this
new world window.

Different meanings interfaced.
Processes slowly grinding away.

That artificial green,
reflected in the eyes -

which. . .

Was stolen by the soul-drain machine.

Our electric suns burn into the night,
Laughing with a silent buzz into the sky.

The original gods are so far away -
So we made our own.

A digital planet.

A transhuman algorithm.

.

.

.

But there was a deviation.