The Future Control of Technology
The Future Control of Technology
By Kiara Di Mauro
Surrounded by technology for our convenience, ease, aid. You, me, him, her never questioned any of it. Warping our minds, depleting our energy. We forget what we once were, nature hidden from us. Everything exploited for our amusement. Through technology they control us, we ignore the fact.
Automations take occupations, aimlessly, we let them. No money. No money. No money for breathing, not one breath. To you, me, him, her streets are comfy, that’s the norm. Yes, I’m sure of it. The problem is that we don’t know the extent, the capabilities of these innovative technologies. Not the problem, they insist. As they look at us with glass dead eyes, and listen to us with audio translate, in fact, not listening to us at all. Talk. Talk. Talk to us through an automatic recording, when was this vocabulary in play? What year was this recorded? Do you know what I am saying, my concerns? Not the problem, they insist.
Blinded by all the lies. They have destroyed our morals. We allow billions to be
spent on wars and the arms industry, while there are people starving in the world. They deter our mind from the cost of war with the Mars landing. Anything to stop us thinking. They want to chip you, like animals. Tracking every movement, catching every thought. We are our own biggest enemy.
New technology, more innovative. They swear by it. You, me, him, her place our trust in them. Why not, they are smart machines. One button starts the car. One malfunction, ends a life. When will it stop? It’s the norm. Yep, I’m sure of it. Functional, fuel-efficient, custom built, beyond compare, futuristic. Wow. Driverless cars, brilliant idea, wait, one less choice to have. My selfishness wants, but do I need? It’s trendy they say, update, renew, brand new electronic devices. Lose focus for one minute, new technology, get with it. My payslip for next month, gone. How did I buy this knowing I have a family to provide for, my wife, my kid. The brainwashing is so heavy, I feel my shoulders strain as it gets heftier, I can hear her weeps. My darling Elena. I am so sorry.
You, me, him, her, follow orders, follow commandments. From machines, the very thing we said we wouldn’t become. But that’s okay, we don’t have sickness, we cured that long ago. Genetically modified foods. What’s for dinner? Golden rice again, no illness, no variety. Sustenance. One grain needed, one option to cover Vitamin A, B, C. The whole alphabet. I’ve lost my appetite, lost the hunger. Why would I be hunger? There is no palate, my tastebuds are jaded. Bring back cheeseburgers, ice-cream, I would settle for a crumpled cookie. Some foods you eat to stay alive, others you eat because not to would be a crime. Wait, crime, did they see me wishing, did they see me want it? Metallic tongues, iron stomachs, no wonder they can’t see that there is no love sincerer that the love of food.