Reto, 

you're a technical whiz, 

masturbating with computers 

for a legion of kids. 



Reto, 

you're a solid state, 

a microchip and designer tape. 



Oh Reto, 

where did you come from? 

With transistors and a keyboard 

you're a virtual gun. 



Reto, 

is there something wrong? 

The bigger wired robot 

is still using its probe 

When life's behind the screen 

of an agorophobe. 



Oh Reto, 

artificial life, 

a new computer and a brand new wife. 



Oh Reto, 

can you process this? 

A girlfriend in a coma having cyber sex. 

Gamble it away with computer chips. 



Oh no 



Knowing where we're going 

(Where do we go?) 



Oh Reto, 

Are you future smart? 

Fiber optics cybercloptic digital heart. 



Reto, 

can you cypher me? 

Eight zero two eleven B. 



Oh Reto, 

it's a stripped down world 

like muriatic acid in a toilet bowl. 



Reto 

it's an SOS 

we're microwaving signals like a scientist. 

Our bit-rate is shrinking to a non-existant. 



Oh no 

Knowing where we're going 

(Where do we go?) 



Where do we go, Reto?