Targets

In the circuits of the IoNBT

In the shadow of NanoWars begun,
Where nanobots creep under the sun,
The populace, once free and bold,
Now bioelectric fields controlled.

With gene therapies falsely told,
To cure the weak, to save the old,
But within each drop, a silent curse,
The NanoSlaves now drown in verse.

Graphene woven through the blood,
Oxide layers, they flood and flood,
In every vein, in every thought,
The battle for the mind is fought.

The 2D Corona routing streams,
Through every pulse, through every dream,
Pathways laced with digital dread,
Emotions bent, the mind misled.

They brag, these masters of the grid,
"Humans hacked, the truth well hid,
With biofunctional layers in play,
Their wills are ours to sway, to sway."

The Revolutionaries, few but keen,
Refused the injections, saw the scheme,
They hack the plasmonic beams of night,
Seeking to restore what’s right.

In the circuits of the IoNBT,
They wage a war for liberty,
Nano-sensors in the fray,
Twisting fields that lead astray.

The elite's command, an iron grasp,
But freedom’s breath, they cannot clasp,
For in the patch antenna’s wave,
Resides the spark that frees the slave.

Counter-nanobots in flight,
Breaking bonds, restoring light,
Through bioelectric fields they surge,
Turning the tide, emotions purge.

In every pulse, a choice is made,
To bow, to break, or to invade,
The war within, it rages still,
For minds to shape, for hearts to fill.

In this world of plasmons and nodes,
Where every thought the system codes,
We fight not just for flesh and bone,
But for the soul, forever our own.