I understand how social media,
auction sites and search engines,
passing information amongst themselves,
without any direct,
Continue reading Now, I Only Have to Think.
I notice my own passing thoughts,
birthed in my brain,
appear soon afterwards as adverts on the computer screen.
There’s no one out there,
When help is needed,
Or a valid complaint is made,
Deserving of an answer.
I’m basically talking to the stars.
Although simply put,
It supports the idea,
Of a programmer,
Responsible for my life simulation.
Because, He/She/They don’t know the answers.
They maybe studying, experimenting,
Perhaps having some recreational fun.
Or, I am a pet.
But God no,
Anyway, they don’t know how to respond,
And nor do they want to,
When I complain or ask for help.
They’re not experts in that particular field.
Possibly not experts in any particular field.
If I keep pushing,
They’ll press ‘DELETE’.
“Do you really want to exit and end the programme?
All saves will be lost.
This action cannot be reversed.”
If I’ve been an interesting enough character,
They’ll bring me back,
Into their next simulation.
“More successful, next time!”
But, I’m just talking to the stars.