phub 'til you puke

good morning,
we are uploading our minds to the ever-shifting digital ether,
where emotions are exchanged like holographic trading cards
and relationships are forged in the digital colosseums of forgotten internet forums why are you, pre-programmed mush,
looking at us like primitive minds?
we are the future while we at this hurtling metal womb,
the world may crumble around us,
but we ll be too busy curating our digital personas.
instead of going to work,
you can be out there fighting for it as a stupid activist ah, here's your stop.