VII.
Fixed point attractors, like power
Pack actors in recurring patterns
Fired by predictably sick desires
A's will over B happens, rounds and
batons
Struggle, collusion, betrayal
Seeking the imperial delusion
Of infancy, of omnipotent will
The great self-infantilising
Fantasy of the great.
VIII.
It came in waves
Ever faster waves
The progress
And due process and the institutions
Were soon next to useless
As were the populace
But the bastards are a restless menace
We had built habitat for empires
Empires of numbers
Built scaffolds and canals
Down which empires sluiced and
flourished
We irrigated empires
With all our laws
Empires of numbers to the nth power
And their emperors by necessities of
scale
Lost no sleep in treating people
Like numbers in columns on spreadsheets
Push button mutton,
Can't see the sheep for the meat
Always better prepared
Uncaring as to who's spared
Who scarred, who discarded
They didn't lose sleep
Leading numbers
Saw no loss in reducing the universe to
maths
We made our lofty peaks with feathered
nests
A habitat for psychopaths.
And these Peter Pans
Soon sought silicon oracles
That modelled decision trees
From all recorded human history
Controlled production from touch
screens
Found they preferred steel sycophants
to flesh
For yes, it was so much more like god,
Like magic
With native fabrication
They didn't need consumers
Only power
So they found new adjectives
For us,
You and me
We mostly sat there
Because it was easy, by and large
To stop us going cold and hungry
And keep us entertained
Though many drowned
And some still died young
But she
She did not sit down
At least one
Reason why.
