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.

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