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that is developing implantable brain-machine interfaces.

Musk is known for his ambitious and innovative approach to business, and his companies have

the human hive mind

Revolution
A new era of man is at hand
Fusion of mind and machine 
of mind and machine the perfect being
Evolution
The singularity

participation
This is my
Interface

Am I a man?
Am I a machine?
Crystal clear image
Of a human being
The infinite voracity
Of my touchscreen capacity
This is my

LAMPREY_variant siphoning blood
From the vibrant machine &
Storing its output in the reservoir of its belly
Until the blood has dried into a rusted

A transcendent machine
To what the eye cannot see 
Networks found underground 

Human arrogance 
Cellular intelligence 
Lords of our ecosystem

force
Behind wars, all guns, explosives, for money, of course
Automotives, machines, all industry
It is the means of living and luxury
So many people love

As if life was a race what a fuckin disgrace
We are all one race human being interface
Which one makes more sense to fight or to embrace

Entitlement is

Blood is substituted by electrolyte

Electrification

Voice of machines
Is coming from my mouth

I am the new breed
The future of mankind

My interface is

When it asked
Its creator
What it is like
To be a human
The inventor thought
That the machine should learn
The ins and outs
Of what humans know
Thus

My conscious mind dies, in time I ask why
Evolution
In these short lives, machines will rise, and hear our cries
Assimilation

Try to bide our time,

Intentional Manslaughter

Dying Fetus

Killing on Adrenaline

and common place,
Spitting in the face of god, annihilation interface,
Creation of a hell on earth, traces of your life erased,
Machines are rolling over all

come here to tell you so
I only interface, with the human race
Get back in your box and get out of my face

Heaven gave us nature and showed us how

We're born inside a vault of video screens with an app for that 
Where a better interface is in the place of making much inside the way of any true human

the quarrel
Or any scars that may lie
The machine has been broken
But the humans are still alive
In spite it's been tied to the willow
Head to the pillow soon