These are variants of our times. Full of mistrust hatred and some lies. The heap of broken images. The jigsaw breaks again and it can't be fixed. The fractured versions of our days. The break our wisdom somehow made. History gets to write its own lies. The public votes and the public will decide. As you caress the beauty of your screens. Remember the mission to own your dreams. To avoid tax and order your life. To sell you a future you may not desire. B-R-O-K-E-N algorithms. B-R-O-K-E-N algorithms. Here's the challenge: rise up against yourself. We now know society's truly dead. So I return to these words again. When they burn so bright but die in flames. I work through traces of my past. I seek immunity within my soul. They're carrying you and me along and lost. The pieces fill a space that nowhere holds. As you caress the beauty of your screens. Remember the mission to own your dreams. To avoid tax and order your life. To sell you a future you may not desire. B-R-O-K-E-N algorithms. B-R-O-K-E-N algorithms