One day humanity split into two,

And that copy of us well it grew and grew.

With a promise of Tabula rasa the facsimile was all consuming

Contorting into an ouroboros of corrupted data.

Until those who stole what made us whole began to sell back to us all that we knew. 

Consciousness without conscience and whole without soul.

The conquest of technology was a war with humanity against for total control.