The Death of Human emotions

Beauty will be manufactured in a lab.

You will not have distinctive features to stand out.

They will call it 'equality'.

Your thoughts will be controlled by machine.

You will not be allowed to imagine beyond a certain point.

They will restrain you and call it 'freedom'.

You will walk but not in the direction you wanted to.

You will speak but the choice of words won't be yours.

You will see but within the field of vision already set in place.

The truth and lie will sound similar.

You will not sweat.

You will not stink.

You will not cry.

You will not make love.

You will bleed but will not know the pain.

You will not have a place on the earth that is silent.

You will not have trees to offer wisdom.

Friendships will come at a cost.

Sex will be cheap.

And, love will be cheaper.

You will live in the midst of phoney intelligence and snobbery.

You will not die, but will expire.

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