The Computer Runs Off Your Soul

A friend of mine once said to me that the computer runs on your soul.
At first I just nodded my head and kind of yes manned him.
Keep in mind, this is a very intelligent and deep friend, so I really just assumed he was speaking over my head.
Then I started to think about it, and it's true, these machines work on an upload of the user, the keystrokes, the apps.
I use my machine to make music, other's do not.
Others may make photos, movies, plan schedules, write books, trade stocks, ect.
We all however find ourselves using these machines to "social network", through chatting, texting, calling.
Now we live in a day & age where these machines fit in the palm of your hand.
They could even be smaller, but lets face it, we need a decent sized screen to see everything...
These machines are running off the energy of our souls and all of your souls are trapped, right here, in this upload in the palm of hands.
To older eyes this would surely be the work of sorcery and witchcraft.
On a level beyond that, you have companies data mining every bit of information they can find on you and developing profiles of us all.
Learning what to show us on the screen in an attempt to create and emotional response. Buy, Fear, Lust, Envy, Buy, Fear. Repeat.
Our profiles and interactions conglomerated into the hive mind of society.
Maybe we could all use these machines better if we all adopted this perspective that these machines are running on our souls.
However the more we do this, the more we will see how much of us use these machines to express the darkest parts of our souls.
Their judgements, biases, rage and hatred.
These feelings either pacify into suppression or explode into action.
While your soul is left out there, forever trapped in a cyberspace to be caught, calculated and analyzed by corporations and governments.
All with no force required, rather we worked to build it, pay for it, update and upgrade it.
Creating ease, knowledge, and other possibility previous generations couldn't begin to envision.
While giving away our private, creative, social and even sexual activity to the hive mind.
A self-sacrifice to the sorcery and witchcraft feeding on our souls.
click by click.
bit bye bit.