So far, human Conforms are sensitive enough to nuance
to tell Conspics (who don't have to be) where to go
when told they're following Ford
and will soon worship him under the T.
Bah! they say, and conform more
till they have to scan
with so much more intent
to find the difference they're looking for,
that you'd swear intensive scanning
was for what the brain was meant.
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