30 December 2012
One day we might stop living, We'll have apps for that, why care? And when we've all got plastic skin, We'll work next on our hair.
One day there won't be humans, Machines and things instead, We'll be cyborg-mixes, With bodies filled with lead.
Our monies will be broken, Our wildlife done and gone, And it will be too late to see, Exactly what went wrong.
We'll spend our days just ticking, Our hearts, a clockwork bomb, There won't be heritage or past, We won't know where we're from.
One day we might regret this, The things we've thrown away, And wish that we could rewind time, To see another day.
Some Future... • Opuss № I