Find myself apprehensive
of disruptive technology
its claimed blessings ostensive
trade-offs bring no apology
Since ages human hope has been fervent
naively over-optimistic
that technology would be our servant
Now we toil, its slaves fatalistic
Inescapably in its fetters
robbed of last chance of defiance
now also as its hapless debtors
in fine-print, rigged non-compliance
This time we shall have no revolution
that saves us from Species’ execution