Infiltrating the Network (a poem)

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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