You work your dreary job thinking what a miserable life you have but it’s going to get far worse.
Words & Music: Bruce Satinover
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Your body was smashed in an industrial accident
Fortunately we spent years quietly hacking you
With nanites you ingested at the commissary
We were ready for the loss of production
CHORUS
Ain't it a wonder what the future brings
less regulations, more creative solutions
No need for contracts, jobs are so few
We can experiment as we're want to do
We did you a favor and we didn't dock you
For all the time that you body was dying
Or all the labor that the lab techs deployed
By uploading your mind in factory's A.I.
CHORUS
You went online, were horrified
You didn't get what a pioneer you were
You tried to stop, tried to complain
Until the techs erased your personality
Still it was wrong, did not perform
We made our profits but we wanted more
You weren't compliant one hundred percent
Now you're a machine
CHORUS
Now you're a machine
The lab boys tried to set you free and they had to be retired instantly
So next we tried the older A.I. until we found out sympathies to let you die
Then we hired at great expense programming savants we similar effect
Who we retired and hired professors who called us callous with no respect
There's quotas to be made that can use an A.I.
with a taste for larceny and a sarcastic way
Ethicists warned us right before we retired them
We want the floor back without all the problems
You have become the ghost in the system
and when we purge you our next choice will be simpler
You were a bad choice for obvious reasons
Who would have known you were so difficult
Our new batch of techs assure us
you can be purged
but you won't go away
Muh-Muh-Muh-Muh
Muh-Muh-Muh-Muh-Muh
You're a Machine
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