I look at you but you’re not there.
You are data and profiles that we all know dear.
I see your vital signs and where you’re from.
Who is your closest of kin, blood type and then some.
Data is continually floating through the air.
Not just small talk but entire histories and identities.
You are the data projected onto this your holy trinity.
I believe the gods have given us this gift of technology.
To project and download and install upgrades as need be.
That affects us in everything we do inside this entity.
I am the doctor running down the hallway to help you.
I get on the elevator to get to the floor I best knew.
I project your chart onto the elevator door and think
How your life is slipping away without a blink.
Your heart beat is fine but your blood pressure is rising.
I hope to make it to tell the nurses you have been sizing.
I know you lived through the dot com bubble.
That you helped create what we all now seem to trouble.
This technology that has enveloped us as if it is a cocoon.
A sixth sense they called it as we all embraced our doom.
I think about all you’ve seen along the way.
How you lived through the analog to see us all go astray.
How you used to live in a town where the doors were unlocked.
How you didn’t have to worry about your children’s lot.
But I grew up with technology as if it was a silver spoon.
It has taken me out of the third world into your country’s womb.
And now as a middle age man with children of my own.
I thank the digital revolution and what it has shown.
Many a people use these gifts to sow their seed.
Perverts it has grown while we all spiritually bleed.
But I studied medicine and data and how it all flows.
So I could project this data onto your body and know your true form.
To know how to react to the minute fluctuations of time
When people begin to lose the battles they’ve inherited down the line.
So I project your metadata onto your body and know
The choices I must make to save your kind.