Who is behind the curtain?
Is Portia a super-intelligent AI autocrat –
or is there a murkier figure behind her avatar
hidden in dank data centers of Techno-City?
Neon light reflects off slick streets
we’re watched by millions of microscopic cameras
quick, find me in the unkempt alleyway, follow me
into the catacombs – we’ll infiltrate the network at midnight,
break encrypted codes of Portia’s firewall
stare into blank eyes of ones and zeroes
find out who the real master is.
(Photo by Tanner Boriack on Unsplash)
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