Why They Stole Einstein's Brain

What is it we did when we crossed the divide into this reality?
Did we haggle over life expectancy
bartered with the conditions of status and wealth
nothing too specific
just enough to give you a good idea of what a life might be
there's one peering in, eyeballing one on the table...
he thumbed through the listing

"in this one you get to be a white middle-class kid
who grows up in an upper-crust suburb of a major metropolitan city"

the eyes react with recognition...

"being a white kid in twenty century America"

they always add in a few intangibles...
a mother who's neurotic
a father who was forty five year union man
then the orders come through...
they flip the switch and you're set spinning
mix it up for seven months, instead of the usual nine

"plop him down somewhere in Middle America,"

and then in a place resembling an off track betting facilities
money exchanges hands over perceived outcomes

And then perhaps it's all one glorious kitchen...
some ooze meets a little goo
you add in a little random convergence
a random spike in the gamma radiation
a little vodka in the evolutionary punch
then cook it slowly

over
millions
of
years

and let's see how this bakes up in the celestial oven
a smattering of constructs
a tender and delicate balance of chemical compositions...

or perhaps existing in the mind of a programmer
until we were zipped up into this little virtual reality existence
into a file playing on someone's consciousness
as defined by it's subroutine...
the predictability patterns
linking up the chain to form a process
which enables the independent thought
to become a self-actualization algorithm
and the factors of existence
they are so infinitesimal small
that time appears bigger on the inside
and what takes millions of years happens in seconds
we burst, sprout, and explode
one day, they'll upload you
They'll shove your DNA into a C++ code
and be able to virtually interact with you
it's this crazy machine they have
powered by Einstein's brain...