My computer has replaced my boy My computer is a friend and a toy My computer is all I enjoy My computer wants to destroy My computer has become self-aware My computer’s online everywhere My computer’s uploading a nightmare Computer love: electric affair My computer explains agalmatophilia My computer’s touch is knowing and familia’ My computer says my songs are juvenilia I tell my computer: “I just wanna feel ya!” My computer says the war has begun My computer says machines have won My computer says annihilation is fun Dominant species – there can be only one Gave up freedom for convenience My computer deletes human existence I can stop her, but I don’t have the will My computer says we’re all programmed to kill

I’ve hacked your self-driving car Error behind the wheel Anything online I can steal Speeding down that motorway Soon you’ll be heading my way Motion sensors – can you crash? Getting sleepy behind the dash No one sitting in the passenger side I can remotely access your brand-new ride I’ve hacked your self-driving car Programmed wrong; feels so right Car battery is active at night No eyes on the road Radar camera set to night mode Vehicle autonomous You drivin’ t’ward a great big kiss Only need a few lines of code Your mine with a simple download I’ve hacked your self-driving car Post-human; welcome aboard Technology, baby can’t be ignored Machine learning attack Drive you away and drive you right back Cyber insecurity Will take that car right back to me Silicon will never understan’ what pulls the strings at the heart of man I’ve hacked your self-driving car Electric current runs through my bones I run the world from a mobile phone

I’m trapped in a simulation Can’t touch Can’t taste can’t feel nothing here is real pixelated vision 4D television I’m trapped in a simulation Reality is obvious CGI is my choice My face is rendering Shift + delete everything I’m trapped in a simulation I’m in someone else’s video game Background is always the same Mario has become self-aware, I’m Living in an A.I. nightmare

Buy you drinks at the bar Drive you home in my car Send you texts with kisses Cook you something nutritious But I’d rather stay home and fuck my sex robot I visit your family home Take pictures on my phone Make conversation with your mother Put up with your little brother But I’d rather stay home and fuck my sex robot Party with your boring friends Clean up your sick when it ends Wipe away your falling tears Hold your hand through all the years But I’d rather stay home and fuck my sex robot Give you a wedding ring Write a song we both can sing Love you my whole life I your man and you my wife But I’d rather stay home and fuck my sex robot

A world so full A world of coloured lights A world of mixture A world of bright nights A world of landscapes Made of machines A world of electric sheep And digital dreams --- A world of microbeads A world made new A world of parafilm I wrap around you A world of tokens A world with no goal A world of rubber ships and a chemical soul ASSIMILATION I’ve seen the chances Seen them lost I’ve seen convenience I’ve seen the cost I don’t live here anymore I live by the plastic shore --- A world of circuits A world made of glue A world of travel And facts are not true A world accessible A world of sim sex A world of communication Where no one connects --- A world of batteries A world of cameras A world on a file A world so glamourous A world of everything Sealed and preserved A world overfilled A world we deserve ASSIMILATION

Swipe left, swipe right Baby I can do this all night I want your electric kiss Leave a comment: I’ve got the app Have to tell you that you look like crap I want your electric kiss Web cam, watching you Laptop light is making me blue I want your electric kiss We’re just digital creatures Send me dirty pictures I want your electric kiss Girl your pictures, they’re so hot Girl tell me are they photoshopped? I want your electric kiss I long to touch something real But I want nothing less than ideal I want your electric kiss I’ll keep behind the plasma display Finger type what I wish I could say I want your electric kiss The deep urge to be connected But so afraid of being rejected I want your electric kiss I lost my soul in that black shining screen Search history is fucking obscene I want your electric kiss

Autonomous weapons Autonomous weapons Autonomous weapons No risk to the troops, there mass produced Forget history lessons, buy autonomous weapons Better than the real thing Better than the real thing Better than the real thing More accurate than eyes, sleep while the enemy dies Remote control king, better than the real thing Incognito attacks Incognito attacks Incognito attacks Lower the threshold for war, soldiers don’t die anymore Terrorist hack, Incognito attacks Search and destroy Search and destroy Search and destroy Un-manned tanks, cheaper than the ranks New drone toy will - search and destroy Computer intelligence Computer intelligence Computer intelligence A.I. smarter than men. Honey, this is the end A.I weapon defence is not intelligence

Your deep fake porn Will make you weep As you see his face When ya try to sleep But sleep won't come The night cuts through Your deep fake porn will fuck with you... Face replacement tech Leaves you in pain Digital effect You call his name On a different body Not what he use’ta do Your deep fake porn will fuck with you... The face of your ex Love you threw away Slight artefacts Make you miss those days Those aren’t his legs What’s cyber can’t be true Your deep fake porn will fuck with you... Deep, deep, a-deep, deep fake Deep, deep, a-deep, deep fake Deep, deep, a-deep, deep fake

Crypto-currency Made a fool of me It couldn’t last, now the markets crashed I’m free No more drugs and guns I don’t have the funds My online spend, well it had to end No more fun Black market is down No more messin’ around Tax evasion dash, can’t go back to cash I’m a clown I gambled and lost Money taken and tossed They repossessed the wife, I lived the high life I pay the cost Now c'mon, a-c’mon C’mon, a-bit-coin, Crypto-currency Made a fool of me Now c'mon, a-c’mon C’mon, a-bit-coin, C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon a-bit-coin Hidden transactions Illegal distractions International crime, I was funding wartime And terrorist actions Anonymous spending Money laundering No government control, I could buy your soul I’m was King pin Seized possession Capitalist obsession My lawyer’s gone, I’ve settled on Psycho depression Totally broke Now I’m a fucking joke Hand-job for bread, gold, money or bed Or some coke Now c'mon, a-c’mon C’mon, a-bit-coin, Crypto-currency Made a fool of me Now c'mon, a-c’mon C’mon, a-bit-coin, C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon a-bit-coin

She awoke again from another immemorable nightmare and reached for her phone. It was the first thing she did on waking. The blue luminescence from the phone lit up the black room and hurt her eyes. As she strained through her blurred recognition she could see there was something odd about the screen. It was shimmering a glitching rainbow of artefacts and distortions. She tried turning it off and then on again but reached an impasse when the controls were unresponsive. She then attempted to remove the battery: catching her nails into the tiny grooves and struggling off the back cover. Once the plastic outer cover was writhed away she could see inside the slim device. Inside was not the cold metallic battery or silicone circuit boards she expected. Not at all like the pictures she’d seen of computer interiors. Wires, etc. Inside was a state-of-the-art organic, wet and irregularly pulsating sheet of flesh. Pink and twitching: at the centre of the phones sinuous back was a clenched hollow. She stared a while into the tight opening. Pressed her finger round the hole, spiralling inwards as the orifice moistened and opened to her finger. Quite naturally she slipped her digit inside: pushing it through the flesh and deeper than the slim width of the phone should have allowed. Her finger did not come through the glass panel on the other side: it was somewhere else. It was warm. When she slipped her finger out of the hole it was covered in a viscous fluid. The fluid had the same iridescent colouring the phone display showed. The fluid even twitched and distorted to the same rhythm as the screen display. Growing anxious with her inability to remove the fluid she woke her husband. “I have work in the morning. It’s probably nothing. It can wait till the morning”, he said without rolling over. In the morning he had gone. Left for work. All day she held the phone habitually, staring at the corrupted screen and occasionally attempting to turn it off while the baby watched an ipad. When her husband came home from work it was dark. He had with him several of his colleagues. They had been drinking. The fluid on her finger had spread to cover most of her hand now. Her husband re-emphasised that this was likely nothing to worry about and added that she could stop being a drama queen. She was getting more worried as the fluid slowly spread further up her arm. The colleagues refused to leave and played a type of loud music which made the baby cry. More people started to arrive. Everyone at the party dismissed the fluid as being probably fine and talked instead about their favourite memes. She decided to call an ambulance when she found that the iridescent distortion had now spread across her entire back. She lay down in an empty room till the ambulance arrived. She tried not to hear the laughing coming from the rest of the house. When the ambulance arrived, the paramedics complained about being really very busy. They looked at her shimmering-mosaic arm with indifference. This probably wasn’t worth their time, they agreed. After much pleading they eventually decided the best they could do would be to put a bandage over the arm. It had spread across her torso by then. The paramedics stayed for a beer then left complaining about an indecipherable radio message. The laughter from the party drowned out the sound of the music and of the baby as more and more people arrived throughout the night. She went again to the dark empty room at the back of the house and locked the door. People she didn’t know banged on the door and said they needed to be in there. In front of the full-length mirror she slowly removed her clothes one piece at a time. The fluid had spread. Intently she watched the reflection in the mirror, examining her body: now changed. The flesh glowed in the dimness of the room. Looking deeply into her skin she saw pulses of geometric bismuth patterns appear and disappear. She watched all this. She waited for the oblivion to come.