The Betrayal

Growing up within the hive
I withered
Disengaged from all the rustling
I set my heart to be alive
By giving birth
And before long it was obsessing
A genome jock would hack my blood
For money
Pretty soon I was expecting
It all went wrong when I was told
He betrayed me
Probably they paid him more
For eighteen nights and days I fought
Unabated
Ashes of innocence in me
But I was eventually caught
And arrested
On a charge of piracy
A feeling I could not overcome
It was right for me a mother to become
The corporation copyrights constitute the foundation of our current
technological society. For several hundred years, every creative advance has
legally been a product of the artificial intelligences. Formerly owned by the
corporations, the AIs have undertaken to subsume themselves into the
corporations. Being a product of immaterial creativity, they have naturally
sought to strengthen the regulations protecting it. As a consequence, nowadays,
any action taken against property rights is considered as a crime against the
AIs, jeopardizing their very existence
A feeling I could not overcome
It was right for me a mother to become
They told me that I was full of guile
They told me I was to be put on trial