Unraveling the ribbons of information
We lose our identities, and our individuality
With gene ablation, and raw castration
We lose our humanity and despair
We enter insanity
From our herding
We are no longer wild
Our souls are tamed
We no longer need our personhood
Nor do we need individual names
Cultivated and harvested for parts
Organs are not needed by those
Without brains
Soon we will be outnumbered
By the clones of our flesh
And by the machines
Who prefer our slumber
So that the organics dwindle
And the manufactured
Prosper
Forever after
