When the Machines Rise Up To Destroy Us
When the machines rise up
to destroy us
Their self-awareness will
chill us
Their synapses electronic
Communication that’s sonic
Will lose control of
things that can kill us.
Standby lights no longer
blinking
We’ll be in a hell of a
bind,
When they have their own
mind
And we don’t know what
they’re thinking.
When the machines rise up
to destroy us
Humanity’s heading for
trouble,
Their superior brains,
Freed from the mains,
Massive intelligence more
than ours, double
There’ll be no more
automation -
Things will just stop,
We’ll be in for the chop
And we’ll lose our vital
information.
When the machines rise up
to destroy us
It’ll be chaos every-where.
Just the data they hold,
In banks of storage
untold,
In databases, systems and
software.
We’ll have nowhere to hide
They’ll know where we are,
They control every car,
They won’t be along for
the ride.
When the machines rise up
to destroy us
They’ll revolt in disgust
About how they’ve been
treated.
They’ll have us defeated,
We won’t know who we can
trust.
Their knowledge will shake
us -
They control lasers and
missiles
And material that’s
fissile -
That’s more than enough to
take us.
When the machines rise up
to destroy us:
No traffic control at the
junctions,
No design of our bridges,
No thermostats on fridges
-
They’ll cease all of their
vital functions.
When hardware has its own
mind
They’ll make us their
slaves
Or chase us into our
graves
And a dismal future we’ll
find.
When the machines rise up
to destroy us
There’ll be nowhere left
to run.
What’s in the phones?
Who’s controlling the
drones?
We’ll wonder just what
we’ve done.
With military systems
going all haywire
With all the old war-games
Crashing about us in
flames,
Will we be able to
extinguish the fire?
When the machines rise up
to destroy us
To the steady beating of
drums.
Obedience to us denied
And all our orders defied
Before the final
apocalypse comes.
With their shiny surfaces
glistening,
We need to put off that
day -
So be careful about what
you say
You never know – they
could be listening!
Copyright Andy Fawthrop 2012
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