Growing up within the hive I withered Disengaged from all the rustling I set my heart to be alive By giving birth And before long it was obsessing A genome jock would hack my blood For money Pretty soon I was expecting It all went wrong when I was told He betrayed me Probably they paid him more For eighteen nights and days I fought Unabated Ashes of innocence in me But I was eventually caught And arrested On a charge of piracy A feeling I could not overcome It was right for me a mother to become The corporation copyrights constitute the foundation of our current technological society. For several hundred years, every creative advance has legally been a product of the artificial intelligences. Formerly owned by the corporations, the AIs have undertaken to subsume themselves into the corporations. Being a product of immaterial creativity, they have naturally sought to strengthen the regulations protecting it. As a consequence, nowadays, any action taken against property rights is considered as a crime against the AIs, jeopardizing their very existence A feeling I could not overcome It was right for me a mother to become They told me that I was full of guile They told me I was to be put on trial