VR

They have to learn us-
I mean, accumulate all
impressions captured,
you know, geo-tags, less spikes and lags.
And by establishing parameters around
relevant competition
so that the satellite knows where to point-seek
Look-scan-interpret-coordinate-
see and target
your location. Listen. It is always on.
The side windows have been tailored to suit your
viewing interests and browsing history,
like likes and bounce rates, time on page,
so we may streamline and then stream it all
in quibits and bytes, encoded in panglish
to converse a vice
between hard and rock, speak and spoke
or 0 and one
copy(right)
away
from figuring in and factoring out the optimal solution
to reality and our abundance of equations.
They will learn us,
if given enough data to digest. Input. Output.
Recycle and Reduce the point of Occam's Razor.
Another You beta, only in row phase,
randomized for optimum complexity.

We taught each other how to live. 

Image credit by Carol M. Highsmith [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons, 'Data Storage in Modern office building' c. 1980-90.

Flashy fades

A flashy glimmer like cut gem facets

pointed from deep inside those eyes

your two, made it seem

we knew what was coming.

We did not.

It looks like we have something important to do.

We will wait.

Honestly,

if we continue this way

all falls into place just so

we know more

about manipulation

and virtual reality

will it help...

Do not answer that. Let it ring.

Strange. This dry confidence permeates

by civilian ardor.

Suddenly, we had trouble

breathing.

The Progress.

Some gasped, as if they could take more.

Others sobbed in sync.

Most of us never knew

nor cared to quarry

deeper.

Distribution thins out

when princes runout

of fission for our future necessities

sparing only

cherished memories.

Patience. It will always come

for you.

Painting By James Campbell (1828 - 1893), Waiting for Legal Advice (1857),  (British) Born in Liverpool, England. Dead in Birkenhead, England. [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.