we traded fire for
fiber-optic glow,
shrines for servers,
silent,
and cold.
no tribes but algorithms now,
no kin but ghosts in the cloud.

the dynasties dine on code and mars,
while the rest of us lick the glass.
partners swapped like expired apps,
love?
a pop-up!
doomed to collapse.

psychology?
just ads in disguise,
one's dreams are sold,
one's pain monetized.
"click to heal!" the bots implore,
as they pick one's psyche to the core.

science split to gangland creeds,
quantum cults and
turing deities.
we debate the void in chatroom pews,
while the climate burns on the evening news.

no eden left,
no babel fall,
just data gods who watch it all.
the last prayer?
a password,
typed,
before the stars get privatized.