The Algorithm, the Infection, and the Wild Machines

Wednesday, February 12, 2025

A Reflection on Control, War, and the Cybernetic Age

They say the internet changed everything, but what if the machinery of control was already in place long before the first line of code? What if the infection of being machined wasn’t a byproduct of the digital age but a condition we’ve always carried—one that only became more refined, more efficient?

This is a meditation on that spiral—where the lines blur between organic and synthetic, between control and autonomy, between fear and the framework built to contain it.

Let them control the narrative.

The dialogue, the stored form data,
or the artificial hand that acts on it,
while the user sucks it.

The matrix. The man in the box.
Cold War paranoia in a digital age.
Fear, currency—war waged in whispers.

The drugs in my car, the drugs in the school,
the hallowed ground of the church,
and the hollowed-out space of my shame.

I overlook it—
as we pass by the need, for our want,
on a dime, for a line—
of code.

An algorithm,
a framework,
an infection of being machined
that preceded the internet age.

The wild robot,
galloping sentients in a glade,
firebombed by Skynet war machines.

Cybertronic organisms,
bio-molecularly re-engined
by nanobots,
controlled by an AI cancer extractor—
purging the body,
rewriting the soul.

Are we merely passengers in a system that rewires us at will? Or is there something left untethered, something still wild in the circuits of our being?