Watch them as they walk, watch them as they stand or sit.
These slaves to the new God.
Willingly do they give up their lives to commute with their God.
Not an hour of the waking day can they go without basking in its glow.
Nothing is more important to them than to gaze adoringly upon its face.
Constantly bending their heads before it in worship.
Their lives become nothing before the machine.
They speak only through the machine, their voices become silent.
The machine knows all and tells them what they need to know.
They do not think, for their machine God will think for them.
Watch them, these slaves to the God machine.
For this may be your fate if you are weak.
These slaves to the new God.
Willingly do they give up their lives to commute with their God.
Not an hour of the waking day can they go without basking in its glow.
Nothing is more important to them than to gaze adoringly upon its face.
Constantly bending their heads before it in worship.
Their lives become nothing before the machine.
They speak only through the machine, their voices become silent.
The machine knows all and tells them what they need to know.
They do not think, for their machine God will think for them.
Watch them, these slaves to the God machine.
For this may be your fate if you are weak.