please have mercy, bad dreams, disappear, let me though your window: AV, we've reached post-scarcity

machine-generated populace, I'm so cold, I've come home.  

It gets dark, It gets lonely, on the converted side of you.

technology and human cooperation, liberate we. 

I cried a lot, in analog, but I'm coming back. 

humanity, 

 

a bondage of labor. my only master.