Voice activated light fixtures. Dim high. Dim low.
Floorboard sensors for every footstep. Heat by self-adjusting dial.
The bathtub water stands at the selected temp: one, zero, one, point, one, zero, one.
Easy freezer orders all the food. Easy oven knows the choice, cooks the food ahead of hunger.
Bort, too funny. Zorb, too much.
The bedroom laser scans the irises of eyeballs. Sells you what you want. The cyber sex. Your every wish. Your every sexual desire. The man of your perfect design. So put on the cyber suit.
Dream machine to monitor the pattern of sleep.
Never. Leave. Home. Ever.
Visual intercom interface on every wall.
Faster and more efficient.
The Clear Lake is frozen. Repeat. The Clear Lake is frozen.
Zoom, zoom, zoom, avoid the boom. The future is now.
Human beings, more like human becomings.
No limit to the identity you pick. Be anyone or anything to anyone or anything.
A promise of paradise, a timeless future state, it never comes.
Survival of the fittest. No, survival of the best informed. Yes.
Consuming at a rate, Earth cannot recycle or replenish.
The need for speed. Time saving devices. We only grow more impatient. All appointments booked in advance. No longer spontaneous. Road rage stress test. Faster.
Simulation work locations. Faster. Digital drugs. Electronic LSD. No worship for a god, only praise for the computer programmer.
The universal blur.
And here are the headlines. Your head. My lines. Comes complete with caption. Fill you with the fragment. Chop talk. Cold speak. Words all flowing like flowers until they find a faster and more efficient way.
Emotions run low. Pleasure is lost. The tone of technology. No expression on the face, just a blunt sagging effect. The computer mood matches that of human. Flip side. Flip side. The reverse is true. So empty out and become numb. Techno trend. Super cool gadgets.
Easy as a push of a button. Frail creatures who specialize in nothing but pushing buttons. The way sink taps erased the walk to the water well.
The original sin. Penalty is a painful baby birth. Long hard days of toil in the soil, no more.
Progress is a revolt, a storming rebellion. The all elusive advance. Revolutions made by monkey machine men.
The great momentum. The inevitable. Let us hope the artificial apple is edible. So long, space shot