Every Button Solves A Problem
Every Screen Predicts A Need
Every Thought Is Preassembled
Before It Reaches Me
The Machine Says Don’t Worry
The Machine Says Sit Down
The Machine Will Think For You
While The Feed Goes Round
Comfort Is The New Religion
Convenience The Crown
We Kneel To Effortless Living
While Our Minds Power Down
Muscle Turns To Decoration
Curiosity To Dust
We traded friction for sedation
And called the trade a plus
Every Question Gets Answered
Before It Can Be Asked
Every Skill Becomes Optional
Every Challenge Past
Why Remember How To Build
Why Remember How To Try
When A Silent Algorithm
Will Decide
The body softens in the glow
The will dissolves in ease
Every urge gets satisfied
Before it has to breathe
The old gods of effort
Buried under code
While pleasure runs the system
In permanent overload
Now the engine hums around us
Perfect smooth and cold
Humans drifting toward the surface
Of a life on hold
Purpose shrinking into comfort
Choice collapsing into need
A quiet species feeding slowly
On its own relief
