I understand how social media,
auction sites and search engines,
passing information amongst themselves,
without any direct,
I notice my own passing thoughts,
birthed in my brain,
appear soon afterwards as adverts on the computer screen.
I don’t understand how this is happens.
Clever algorithmic deduction?
because I am a file within a simulation.
A plaything of a programmer,
who resides in a different dimensional universe.
What happens …
if the programmer gets bored with me?
Or decides to eat out this evening,
closing the lid of the laptop.
Is that it,
Does the programmer sleep when I sleep?
Does a night shift programmer replace the day shift,
with programming all the mad dreams I have,
If this is so,
is my ‘day’ programmer boring and unadventurous,
just grinding out an existence,
working to live,
only to pay the rent,
bills and monthly maintenance of an overdaft?
my life isn’t very interesting and if I’m just a file in a simulation,
then my programmer is responsible for my mundane life
If I was my programmer,
I’d make it that I won a record money win on a lottery.
Then sit back,
observe how it played out.
I guarantee it would make good viewing.
Maybe it’s because I am a small file,
in a simulation in which my programmer isn’t solely my programmer.
the programmer is having fun and dedicating more time with other files,
by-and-large ignoring me,
as a virtual non-entity,
within a much bigger picture.
I don’t know what to do to get the programmer’s attention.
I was never good at getting other’s attention.
Even people who’ve known me well,
have walked straight past me,
without noticing me.
Friends, family and lovers alike.
What chance do I have with a programmer from a different dimensional universe?