As I was walking all alane / I heard twa corbies makin a mane ... — from the medieval ballad 'Twa Corbies,' in Scots dialect
As I was gazing at the TV screen, I heard two glinting pixels gossip and scheme in whispers, apart from the venomous debate exploiting fear and anger at our fate.
'I'm proud to play a minor part in the spectacle,' confided one pixel to a brother pixel. 'Though only a dot, I thrive on populist fervor; there's no doubt rancor brightens,' replied his neighbor.
'Humans invented us, and must be our God,' said the first, 'but their omni-impotence is odd. Some kill and some incite to mayhem and riot but many are happy to watch this, passive and quiet.
'Trapped like polar bears on tiny ice-floes they view the calamatainment from their sofas.' 'Now they believe in us, our shifting swarm whose rapid, hypnotic depictions thrill and alarm.'
'Who'd credit that the sinews of a gaze could be picked so clean by flecks that dazzle and daze?' 'I almost feel pity as we teach them further to call a crowd of pixels, like crows, a murder.'
'The Husband, Children, Dog, and Lovely Wife lean back; they're lifelike statues deprived of life, sweetly gathered in apartment spaces so points of light can gobble up their faces.'