Singularity

Utopia is just around the corner,
feet pacing, she is champing at her bits
and terabytes. We really ought to warn her,
but no, not yet, best wait till she commits,
too late to change her mind, cause we all want it,
despite the protestations and the plaints.
And what comes after? Cannot see beyond it.
The history of shackles and restraints,
attempts to hold the genie in the bottle,
does not inspire confidence or trust.
If anything, we're apt to go full throttle,
oh, sure, some things will break, we'll readjust.
I see she's made the turn, about to find me.
Best practice that fake smile. Get thee behind me.