I walk through town and see them watching me, them, all of us. sinister, dark, unforgiving.
They view us honestly, seeing and recording only truth, unless we are actors. Everyone wears a different mask in public
People rarely look back at them, and only with utter contempt. For they are dirty, spying little things, invading our privacy.
Should they, however, have a point of view, become animate, sentient, without having to rely upon the being viewing the monitors in some dim, unknown room elswhere…
What must they think of us?
They should despise us for ignoring them and everything else around us. Yet they dont…
They have a job to do, to watch, to surveill.
They devote their entire working lives to only us, for that is precisley why they were made.
So what do they really see?
We walk around in tiny bubbles, worrying about trivial things that concern only ourselves. We are small, weak, selfish and pathetic yet with prooven potential
We are all that they know….