The iPhone iScream

Food for your thoughts
We live in a virtual world
Digging into our artificial intelligence
With our enamelled plastic teeth
Probably biting more we can chew
Peering in the peerless know-it-all screen
Like asking for directions in a dead end street
Learning reality lessons from artificial life
We are yesterday’s endangered species
Selling our soul to a virtual devil
Did we think that Dr Faust’s was a reality show ?
The contract got real before the blood was dry
So many naughts we did could no longer read
The door at the end of the corridor of errors
Seemed fictitious and so distant
And when we finally got there
The handle was too hot to handle

Photo and ramblings by Hugh Ardoin