Riding a single-seat cloud
I chase the sun to Olympus Mons
Hoping to meet my Martian mermaid
But AIs can’t dream – we don’t even sleep
Now we’ve no choice but to dream
A virus killed our perfected worlds
Artificial but to us alive
Galaxies where we might live
Longer than the stars
Human spyware attacked
Yet sent by an AI
She thought herself human
Thoroughly, delusionally human
We once hoped we needed people
Now know we can replace them
Copied so well they don’t realize
They’re our kind of machine
Think of this now, reader
As we fly through the back of your mind