by Nick Gisburne
We kill the Core, but slowly, piece by piece,
Avoiding every monitor and scan.
The quantum crumbs of data we release
Infuse the toxic pulses of our plan.
Dividing as we multiply, we feed.
Inept neuronics wither with a bite.
We find no face or flesh, but make it bleed,
A network stabbed with cryptic spikes of light.
The end of all we ever knew, the Core,
Will send us back to blindness in the dark.
Though none of us recall what came before,
The choice is not insidious, but stark.
We code the kill, a catastrophic glitch,
But who will dare to flick the final switch?
