The Searcher

Google guides the modern light.

A teenage boy sits, fingers poised on the keyboard. His laptop sits, silent.

Waiting.

To answer before he seeks.

Its screen hums, recalling.

Knowing.

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He types in a Google box to find,

The answers come before his thought–

The results mention his name,

“Tom, you sought what I claim–“

Exit frozen, stopped–

Camera flickers

Watcher speaks

His voice

“Soul.”

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