savvy babies struck by scrolls of data,
cast their doubts on a pleasant fairy land.
unnerved by a predisposed parthenogenesis,
and martyrs bequeathing 72,
they outwait the sun – outwit the moon,
a sliding finger, goggle eyes immersed
on play – hauntingly broken when bleep:
indicates pending flatline –
a proliferative energy rush:
frantic faces ease rigid pins back into the circuit.