16 March 2013
Creeping silently under the veil of night, Unknown intruders invite.
Recording, watching what you do, and you'll never know, you'll never have a clue.
They fly, they crawl, Secretly into your realm. You can't know who controls them. Who is at the helm?
Intimate moments exposed. All your secrets disclosed. Your private life, now on film.
Tiny drones, cyborg insects, it's a brave new world. Science on the march, But what have we unfurled?
Being omnipresent, It's such a powerful gig. Playing God with insects, Makin' 'um jag and jig.
But where are we when science outruns our ethics my friend? In a frightening place I fear, a place I do not want to comprehend.
*inspired by a news story I heard about how scientists have figured out how to attach cameras onto beetles and control their movements. Creepy! And also the fact that drones are going to be common in the not so distant future.
Playing God • Opuss № I