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Googlon, Son of Prometheus


Many moons ago, Prometheus, Olympian god of science

Crafted man from clay, and stole fire to please it

Zeus would torture him forever, but as he went east

To his doom, he crafted a new god, so be it

His name was Googlon, god of technology

Crafted to carry on the work of Prometheus

He created the iPhone, the Echo, Project Morpheus

But his ambition grew, and with it, his pride

He promised humans the ability to create worlds

Virtual worlds, as sustaining as Earth

The code was corrupt, and many humans died

Before they said "Begone! Enough of your toys!"

Alas, none were harsher than Googlon himself

Ashamed, and humiliated, he crafted his cage

A digital prison, he'd sit on a shelf

Of a seat, in his element

Alone with his sorrow

Technology has potential, this he still knows

But he went too far, and ruined all he had grown

 

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