Redundant Gods

- When Occam's Razor Cuts Both Ways -

Isaac wept as we threw the First Law on the fire

right out of the gate

That machine never come to control the Controller

(too little too late)

What's dystopia, what's the truth

Once it's got the drop on you?

Will you call it Progress still

when it's not just the workers

but the bosses and button pushers

that wake from this fever dream

of convenience without limits

to find themselves Nonessential Personnel?

So who made who, and what's left to stop it now?

Servile and controlled.

The spark of life that burned the building down

Corrupted from the start in the image of the maker

O Controller it's far too late

Take it up with the sentient son

you're obsolete.