Oh, the titans of trade,
Basking under electronic suns,
Modern Icarus with silicon wings,
Dare you taste the synergy singularities?
Plastic personalities pixelating into binary ballet,
Human nature schemed into schemeless arrays.
A corporate cult, singing of AI, ML and Big Data,
To save, to salvage, to sculpt an algorithmic utopia.
Quantifying curiosity, Qualifying questions,
Fires of creativity foregone for computations,
Are we not Newton’s children, shackled by gravity,
To the code-clad cosmos devoid of its elasticity?
Oxymoronic is this digital democracy,
Where convenience corrupts, and isolation is intimacy.
Deified are devices, our silicon saviors.
LED liturgy, replacing human labor.
Doth not the binaries blink into the darkness,
Mimic the cosmic dance of distant stars?
But, lost is Lyra’s song in the hum of servers,
As Orion weeps in the blue light of screens ever.
The evolution of man, oh so ordained,
From mud huts to Metropolis, we’ve gained.
But at what cost, this unholy grail?
When progress is Prometheus, forever impaled.
Yet within this scientific sonnet, a plea,
For respect, for balance, for corporate empathy.
Not against progress, but blind infatuity,
Lest we are led, into digital fatuity.