BLUE PILLS / FULL SEND [Intro—radio static] Town crier… printing press… Radio tower… television set… Now the oracle lives behind the glass. Ask it anything. Just remember—the machine learned its language from us.
Full steam ahead, no hand on the brake, Everybody racing for whatever they can make, Silicon prophets in a windowless room, Teaching little demons how to calculate doom.
China builds cheap and China builds fast, Frontier burns billions trying not to come last, Three months behind and closing the line, Everybody digging for a digital divine.
Whistleblowers walking from the laboratory door: “You don't know what you're building anymore.” Investors yelling,“More chips! More land!” Nobody knows where the thing will land.
Colossus called Moscow, Skynet woke up, The Matrix poured another Blue pill in the cup.
We watched it in the movies, We laughed because we knew— Then somebody whispered: “What if fiction was rehearsal too?”
