Deprivacy

Although we feel unknown, ignored

As unrecorded blanks,

Take heart! Our vital selves are stored

In giant data banks,

Our childhoods and maturities

Efficiently compiled,

Our stocks and insecurities

All permanently filed.

Our tastes and our proclivities,

In gross and in particular,

Our incomes, our activities

Both extra- and curricular.

And such will be our happy state

Until the day we die

When we’ll be snatched up by the great

Computer in the sky.

Felicia Lamport, Look Magazine, December 15, 1970