Computers crunching; we’re databased to tables; calculated into ads and objects. We’re numbered, measured; treasured only by our worth. You and me are matched and watched by coded clouds. Can you sense its charges flowing, trying hard to grab your lonesome heart and wallet?
Had to do a second Quadrille for De at dVerse. Of course also computers crunch… I can feel them chewing at my being.
December 4, 2017
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This is creepier and darker than your first one, Bjorn. That office looks like a row of porta-potties. We are watched.
This is more real I fear.
This piece makes me deeply sad.
“You and me are matched and watched by coded clouds.”
I pray a different world for my children, where outside is still where it’s at.
We might need a break every once in a while… or maybe just create a digital cloak …
A chilling, but all too real description….well penned
Yes… it’s a world we already live in…
Yep
It has all grown out of hand and most of it is done without asking anyone for their consent – I love the days away from wifi :o)
I do love my computer and my blogging… but I know that I’m watched… (Hello listeners)
:o)
All the time. It’s a daily battle!
That does seem like what a lot of data science is ultimately about: “to grab your lonesome heart and wallet”.
They will suck the life out of you,
and your wallet.
The amount of information out there on us, its relatively easy to find someone – which is quite scary. And surveillance and monitoring. Everything being sucked into a cloud.
I would hate the day when data is used to truly pair people. Seems to impersonal and sterile.
“databased to tables” and “I can feel them chewing at my being” are your best lines. (Yes, I know the second isn’t part of the poem, but still….) Very unsettling, and therefore, great!
Its a new and different kind of world ~ I wonder if this is a good or bad thing with everything being watched, measured and analyzed by coded clouds.
Big Brother “Crunch” is watching!!!
We have become the product. It’s scary. This is an unsettling reminder. Of course computers crunch numbers, but the way you use the word here makes me wonder what else they are crunching? Our souls maybe?
Fantastic Björn…a modern horror those chomping computers
At this stage it feels like there is no such thing as privacy. To keep my sanity I like to pretend though.
They are definitely eating us alive. (K)
Great capture! I think it’s time, somebody applied the brakes … but who? – God help us … who?
Good one