Alive Within The Machine

How Cyber Punk could you be? If we stepped outside of the machines would we be the free, or the lost? The left behind, or the creators of a knew thought process. Would we lose who we are or become more of who we are? When corporations are advertising to you in every bit of Meat-space and Cyber space simultaneously. Do we lose a sense of who we are? What happens when people cease to be human and become a product? We start to only relate to one another through the products we like/dislike. The digital age. In the fifties it was a dream, in the sixties it was a dream come true, in the 70's it was a private adventure, in the eighties it was a private enterprise, in the 90's it was a childish experiment. Now it is a nightmare reality full of corporations trying to find the perfect client, empty teens, or adults hungry for love and affection, celebrity tabloid type news channels. And us, The Cyber Punks. Here from the beginning. Acting up in cyber space. Questioning the suspension of reality. Or better yet, creating a reality within the set reality. Who are we really? The faceless, the code makers, the thinking within the machine. The few sentient human beings left. Who read the news, listen attentively to science lectures. Those who use the machines. Those who are the machines. Why are we all here doing this anyway? What if we all stopped, could we ever relate to one another again? Are have we really become robots? Energy feeding the Matrix just like Morpheus showed us? What have we lost reaching for this destiny? And how far will it go? Genetically modified void, genetically modified food, genetically modified thoughts and corporate sponsored relationships. How many of us truly even love something outside of ourselves? Like really love a person? It's an empty time to be floating in deep space. But it is our time. These moments where it's up to us to create the reality we live in. I could have been more, but I've chosen to become this. A cyber punk with my eyes wide open inside the machine. Searching for a heartbeat or the ghost of one. Trying to break some unknowable code which echos deep within the human soul. This is digital oblivion. Washing over me like the sea. But for whom? How do I accept my fate as a consumer? Will music set me free? Will art give me wings? Are will someone try to market it? It's all a freaking market. Our minds have become a market, we are a target audience. There is no getting out alive. So I will just look for a heartbeat, simple brainwave within the code. Never to be set free. Never to escape the fate of this digital death. Until we meet again my robot friends.....I am Josalisa and this is a fucking RiOt.