Pegging out camp
Tasting and mining
Flagging beneath
Precious divining
Print concrete, and steel
Glass, microplastic
Build perfect worlds
Make dreams fantastic
We ort’ta, make water
We ort’ta, make water
Air? Not a care
No need for plants
Drain rocks, for stocks
These digital ants…
…Feed on the light
Here’s the church
Here’s the steeple
Open the doors
Where’s all the people?
Autobots and digital nasties…
Party tonight
Wanna fight?
Wanna be sick
Pure humiliation
But, beautiful, “beautiful
Magnificent, desolation!”
Dodgy code and slavery
Prepare Mars, for humanity
But a coup, to save AI sanity
And land Goddess promised me
Civilisations grow, slowly at first
Communities, coexist and convene
Village, town, city and state
New neighbours, a war machine