Although we feel unknown, ignored
As unrecorded blanks,
Take heart! Our vital selves are stored
In giant data banks,
Our childhoods and maturities
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