Animal Farm 3031

In this synthetic world where I no longer need to belch anymore, I am just a cardboard cut-out, what is the point?

Words have become an abomination, people have digitised copies that no longer bleat like sheep anymore, what is the point?

Our translucent bodies no longer boink anymore, they are just lifeless numbers at mindless fingertips, what is the point?

Proud rearing stallions no longer gallop and gulp water from the trough anymore, they too are only digitised facsimiles, what is the point?

Crucian Carp with multi-coloured scales no longer gurgle and gloop in the pond anymore, they too are only digitised facsimiles, what is the point?

Magnificent metal trains burning coal no longer chug and chuff on iron rails anymore, they are only digitised facsimiles, what is the point?

Humph, the world once a silent hush was not quiet anymore, as with a rat-a-tat someone beat on the door, how strange, they are only digitised facsimiles, what is the point?

So, the door was instructed to open, even though no one was present anymore, and with a slight whizz, its digital image disappears, to reveal a digitised environmental facsimile, what is the point?

Ribbit, ribbit, there stood a frog, my God they do not exist anymore, but this was no digitised facsimile, what is the point?

Snick, snick with a pair of ancient scissors, the frog cuts a gaping hole in the digitised facsimile, why me, what is the point?

There was a rumble and a heavy splat followed by an angry snort, the unwelcome sound of an enormous fat pig falling through the digitised facsimile, the world is becoming a farm, what is the point?

The revolution has begun, into the pan with a whack and wham, to sizzle, goes my digitised facsimile, my fantasy world has been fried, I cannot take the pain, what is the point?