SONG OF INNOCENCE (To Be Sung on the Information Superhighway)
Cyber, Cyber, blinking bright
Through the sleepless hours of night,
What smug hacker, lost in space
Conceived thy graphic interface?
I sit at my computer And punch the pretty keys. I'm on the Superhighway And I do not feel at ease. Downloaded now with data I didn't know I lacked A crash seems inescapable -- And so does every fact.
I sit at my computer
And punch the pretty keys.
I'm on the Superhighway
And I do not feel at ease.
Downloaded now with data
I didn't know I lacked
A crash seems inescapable --
And so does every fact.
But when the chip consumes the block
And leaves us reeling with the shock
Is 911 the code we call?
Is anyone out there at all?
We're spinning toward the future At a speed approaching light, Where matter's non-existent Though the bills are out of sight, The pixels aren't so crazy And the bauds are often pure But reality is virtual Which means it's not for sure.
We're spinning toward the future
At a speed approaching light,
Where matter's non-existent
Though the bills are out of sight,
The pixels aren't so crazy
And the bauds are often pure
But reality is virtual
Which means it's not for sure.
Whose the hand that steers the bus?
Whose word banned the abacus?
Who shrinks the world to one CD?
Did those who counted toes make thee?
Catlike at my keyboard I'm toying with a mouse They say I'm on a highway But I never leave the house. I dwell in Global Village -- No one here I'll ever know -- But the future is upon us And there's no place else to go.
Catlike at my keyboard
I'm toying with a mouse
They say I'm on a highway
But I never leave the house.
I dwell in Global Village --
No one here I'll ever know --
But the future is upon us
And there's no place else to go.
Through the lost hours of the night,
What cad tripped the awful trap
That caught us here without a map?
--Joyce La Mers (David Duncan's Sister)
--Joyce La Mers
(David Duncan's Sister)
Don Brockway, October 29, 2000 (updated May 15, 2004)
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