Our Cosmos, Slicer-Free

4 Jul

(sung to the tune of My Country, ‘Tis of Thee)

Dedicated to The Tool

Our cosmos, slicer-free
For all eternity,
And thus I sing.
Our flesh you’ll never take;
Our brains you won’t remake;
Our souls you won’t forsake
With your scheming.

We shun your expertise;
We’ll not be devotees 
To your decree.
Our meat will never slide
Along that metal guide;
You’ll never grate our hide
While we are free.

You won’t matrioshka me;
It’s not my destiny
To be part of
Your upload gadgetry
Where our anatomy
Has no humanity
Or soul thereof.

You won’t be seizing me;
You’ll not be freezing me;
And one more thing:
Our nature is our right
We hold it to us tight;
We won’t permit the blight
Of uploading.

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