[collective] v.2
11/3/99


voices, a million voices
I can hear them
running through my veins.
voices, crying through my skin.
voices,
ehoeing, echoeing, echoeing.
The voices of others who speak as one.
every cell of my bionic body is no longer my own;
my eyes flash , and digital impulses give me commands.
My body parts have been replaced with machinery.
Effeciency, effeciency.
No emotion, no compassion, these things are
irrelevent.
We serve we compute we make united decisions
we stand as one body, one collective mind;
fragmented and without a soul.
serving without emotion,
stripping my indidiuality away like a second skin,
a metamorphosis.
From human to machine, skin to wire.
I see the world through computer eyes;
I think digital thoughts;
a hybrid of man and machine.
I am never alone.
The voices follow me like shadows;
shadows of dead souls
of
irrelevent human life.


Copyright 1999 by Erin D. Conroy.

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